Post by Marcus Welsh on Jul 24, 2021 18:36:47 GMT -5
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 Tara Fenix/Victor Malvado vs. David Barker/Vicky Stone match.
Last Edit: Jul 28, 2021 18:58:01 GMT -5 by Marcus Welsh
Post by 'The Bullet' Billy Young on Jul 29, 2021 6:23:41 GMT -5
Billy Young is sitting down on the roof of a cathedral. He eyes the steeple with some wonderment, he notices the camera approach. A snide smile crawls across his face.
Billy: You may be wondering how I got all the way up here. I’d love to tell you that I did a Spider-Man and climbed up, but that that would be bullshit. Truth is… It was the same way as you.
Billy nods towards the door to the stairs leading to the roof and then turns, staring a hole through the camera.
I’ve never been a man of God, but if that’s who I’ve got to work with to get through this tournament, then so be it. Father, I’ll be there to watch your back, have no fear of that. I do respect people of religion - I do. People should be free to believe what they want to, but I respectfully ask: 1) don’t get in my way or you’ll be taken out as well. And 2) PLEASE don’t try and convert me to your cult - I’m really not interested. Again, Father, all due respect. As for the Mix though, well... The Bullet and Father Thyme will steamroll through this tourney and then, we’ll see what happens.
But first, we’ve got to beat Ricky Rodriguez and who?! Rodriguez I can deal with - we’ve never met, but at least he’s a known quantity. I DON’T like not knowing my opponents. So Mystery Man, hurry up and show yourself before I hunt you down myself. I sure hope you show up at the Mix at any rate - unless Rodriguez wants to battle Thyme and I by himself. I don’t recommend that though. That is of course unless he thinks of himself as some kind of Wrestling God… I dunno. Whatever. Not important.
I’ve been out of the wrestling scene for some time, but the Mix is my chance to get back into it and there isn’t anyone who is going to keep me back from that! Rodriguez! I hear that you can take to the skies like me - that you’re fast, like me. Well, are you faster than a bullet? I highly doubt that, dude. I really do. We’ll see if you can keep up with me.
Billy’s phone then vibrates with the results of House of Cards. He smirks when he sees the mystery man revealed.
Huh. I see I got ahead of myself didn’t I, Sebastian Grey? The Greco-Wrestling Adonis. You look like you can go, Grey. Of course, you will have to catch me first to get me in one of those holds of yours - easier said than done, I can assure you. It’ll be about here in your messages to Father Thyme and myself that you list all of your former accomplishments in some poor misguided attempt to intimidate us but here’s the thing: I could care less about ANY of your past accomplishments. All that matters, is the right here and right now, in the Margarita Mix.
By all means though, waste your breaths bigging yourselves up - not that I’m gonna be listening to any of it. If you can keep up with me in the Mix, THEN I’ll consider being impressed. Until then, show me what you’ve got! Only two of us can win the Mix and I’ll be damned if it’s gonna be a pretty boy and an Adonis. Sebastian Grey I know you were handpicked by Who’Re to take part in the revived OCW. Pretty strange that it was the Mix you were picked for and not an actual roster spot.
As for you Rodriguez, it’s simple: Let’s see who’s faster.
I realise that none of you in the Mix are going to know who Billy Young is, but that works in my favour. By the end of this tournament in however many weeks it is...everyone is going to know the name ‘The Bullet’ Billy goddamn Young! It’s been said that the average bullet travels 1700MPH. That’s six times faster than the fastest car in the world - at top speed!
While I’m not the Flash and can’t reach that kind of speed, what I CAN do is knock both of you on your asses before you even know what’s hit you. Before you know it, BOOM! Bullet Brain Haemorrhage and you both, Ricky Rodriguez and Sebastian Grey will be out for the count. 1...2...3.
It doesn’t matter which one of you suffers the BBH, just know that once you do, you won’t be popping up from it, anytime soon. Then me and the Father will be moving on to round 2 of the tournament. Then 3.... And then round 4. And all the while, the people…. The crowd…. The OCW Faithful -no doubt getting drunk off of their asses will be right there, behind us and they’ll be chanting the name of The Bullet. And I’ve gotta be honest, it’s been some time since I’ve heard the people chant for the Bullet.
So I hope you boys are ready for the Bullet because Billy Young is heading into the Mix and he will not stop until he is the winner of the Margarita Mix. The Bullet Has Been Fired, Gentlemen. And It’s Coming For YOU!
Billy shapes his hand into the shape of a gun and ‘points’ it towards his own head and ‘pulls the trigger’.
Bang. Right to the head.
Billy then smirks into the camera and continues to take in the view from on top of the church roof.
You know Father… I see why you hang out at places like this. The view is gorgeous.
As the camera begins to fade, Billy looks into it once more, pulling out an up until now hidden glass and flask. Pouring the contents of the flask into the glass, Billy makes a ‘Cheers’ gesture.
To the Mix boys… To. The. Mix.
Billy then stands up and walks towards the door leading to the stairs as the camera fades completely to black. ======================== Word Count: 1000 exactly.
Post by Sebastian Grey on Jul 30, 2021 0:31:19 GMT -5
“Everybody. Every single person thinks it’s easy being me, you?”
:: I state with disdain as the bitterness soured my mouth with every spoken word as I took up residence on a maroon colored sofa inside a small room within the wall of my palace, a room designed for business pleasure. Sitting across from me could be seen a large chalice, there could be a slight amount of dew starting to form along the outside of the large chalice; the water chilled inside of it… ::
“What brings you in today Sebastian?”
:: The doctor says as I lean forward pouring myself a glass from the large chalice that can be seen sitting off to the side on the table, there could be seen a larger amount of dew along the outside of the large chalice having formed from having sat on the table; the water chilled quite quenchingly, as I pulled the glass up to my mouth, quickly downing a sip of it before continuing on… ::
SEBASTIAN: “Well Doc, everybody. Everybody and their mother assumes that my life is all peaches and cream…”
“Well isn’t it Sebastian?”
:: The older looking Doctor questioned peering across the table as I peered back across the table at her. Her looks and acknowledgment of Sebastian added to her wisdom, things many who are in the field of therapy only dream of achieving when it comes to their patients, before allowing me to continue on… ::
SEBASTIAN: “Like... like just because I’m wealthy I should have everything figured out and to be honest with you Doc it doesn’t…”
:: I state with a pause, frustration can be heard in my voice as I continue on explaining. ::
SEBASTIAN: “It’s just not like that you know and what is even worse is that these people, these imbeciles constantly throw my family name in my face, constantly questioning my legacy, they question my very being, and they assume I’ve had every single opportunity handed to me, you know…”
:: I state before continuing on… ::
SEBASTIAN: “That shit, excuse my language will come to end very soon as I come to forge my own legacy…”
:: I state as the Doc peers away writing notes in her pad of paper. ::
“That you can do Sebastian, but the thing is, there is no escaping who you are my child, you are a Grey and no matter how hard you try to escape that you won’t…”
:: Annoyed with what the Doc had said, I continued on… ::
SEBASTIAN GREY: “Oh… but I will and I’ll do it so in a tournament called the Margarita Mix an event being hosted by that of the wrestling promotion known only as the Online Championship Wrestling. You see I just got confirmation about who my partner is and he’s none other than one Ricky Rodriguez, a man of style and fashion just like yours truly.”
:: I state before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving behind my personal therapist, as I do I slide open my Apple Iphone 12 and begin recording my shoot for my match in the Margarita Mix tournament. ::
The more I look into the event, I noticed that the first opposing team we will be taking on together is none other than the team of "Bullet" Billy Young and Father Thyme. Two fierced combatants, who I've never heard of, one religious and the other not so much from what I can gather going off their Mix profiles, they probably could say the same thing about yours truly to be honest seeing how this is the first time I've ever stepped inside the square circle, though don't get it twisted I might be new to the wrestling industry I am in no form or way new to competition…"
Competition as we all know, there can only be one winner in the end, surely I know both my opponents and my partner Ricky have surely thought about it. I know both my opponents if they are not foolish won't take Ricky or myself lightly, now I may not be known or anything like that, but, but my partner is known making yours truly the Wild card of our team, a true mystery if I were to say just as my reveal was, oh trust me I heard all the rumors from whom folks thought it might have been from The Lost Soul, Meyhu, Jenna Tolla to PerZag ect., to name just a few that had been popping up on the dirt sheets and wrestling sites that had spoken about it…
Let it be known my attack on Mr. Jack Puffer was no mistake, but a simple message sent to those partaking in the Margarita Mix, a message with no spoken words whatsoever, a message if you ask me was pretty clear from start to finish and that's your's truly means nothing but business going into this tournament, trust me I've done my homework and the thing is stacked from the likes of vetern wrestler's Jason Cashe to that of Chris Madison both who've been in their share of brawls over the past few years to even that of a…
:: I pause for a second, pausing the video feed of my Apple Iphone 12, as I do I come to see my gorgeous looking girlfriend Heaven Russel whom I’ve come to nickname Aphrodite having just awoken wandering the halls. ::
SEBASTIAN GREY: “My queen you’ve awakened, did you get a goodnight’s sleep?”
:: She nods as she heads on off towards the bathroom area. ::
SEBASTIAN GREY: “Now where exactly was it where I left off from, oh yes, talking about OCW’s the Margarita Mix...”
:: I state, as I unpause the recording button on my Iphone 12. ::
Again, I couldn't care what accomplishments you’ve acquired over your lengthy ventures for I am not your run of the mill kind of guy, nor am I your average wealthy male individual at that, I am however someone who with the help of my teammate Ricky Rodriguez looking forward in running through everyone in this tournament and enjoying every damn minute of it… now with that being said, yours truly the Modern-Day Adonis signing off…
:: I state as I end the recording on my Iphone 12 once again… ::
---- OOC:- First Rp I've done in almost 5 years. Best of luck to all involved this was fun and actually looking forward to developing and Rping with Bash more.
Post by rickyrodriguez on Aug 1, 2021 22:21:54 GMT -5
The interior of a local gym was the location for this particular promotional piece. Focus would immediately fall onto one of the Margarita Mix competitors: Ricky Rodriguez! That focus lasted for only a moment as the scene panned out to reveal the lovely Alessa Holloway. She watched Ricky's workout with a look of adoration on her features as she spoke.
Alessa Holloway: Just look at him. More focused than he's ever been. Fresh off of a victory over Valkyrie, Ricky is finally letting everything fall into place in his life. The path leading to the fulfilment of his destiny is drawing closer and closer. But on that path are events like this.
As those words rolled off of her tongue, she cleared her throat which caught the attention of Ricky. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, back at Alessa, he caught sight of the cameraman as well. Turning around to face them, he walked towards the pair only to stop at Alessa's side.
Alessa Holloway: Hey babe, we were just talking about the match you have with Sebastian against Father Thyme and Billy Young.
Unable to resist, Ricky laughed out while coming down from his workout.
Ricky Rodriguez: I'll admit it, I was a bit worried when I saw my partner was going to be a mystery but once that mystery was solved..well..I couldn't have asked for a better partner. Just look at him, man. The guy is a beast. He doesn't take anybody's shit and it's not even all brute force either. Dude can talk down the best of them. Just look at how much more stupid he made LC look. Add all that together and you'd be hard pressed to find someone better to team with.
Alessa nodded her head, fully agreeing with what Ricky said.
Ricky Rodriguez: Not only do I get a hell of a partner, I couldn't have asked for better opponents either. I mean, look at Billy. He looks legit strung out. And it's not just looks either. Listening to dude talk and it legit sounds like he doesn't know whether he's coming or going. And come on. Everyone knows the whole broody promo piece on top of a building is sooo overdone. It's actually lame as fuck, now that I think about it. Oh you can climb up on a building. Soo impressive. What else? Superhero references? Man, you really are checking off every one of the overused cliches left and right, aren't you?
He gave off a rather nonchalant shrug, Alessa laughing out in agreement.
Alessa Holloway: That's what happens when you get half assed training. They don't teach you any better.
Ricky Rodriguez: And don't even get me started on that bodyshaming hypocrite Father Thyme.
His happy demeanor faded as he slowly shook his head.
Ricky Rodriguez: This woman here is the most supportive, the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. She has always had my back, whether I've known it or not. And for someone like you, a man of the cloth, someone who is supposed to set an example for the people around you, to say what you said about her? And then to just play it off like you did is just deplorable.
After Ricky said his piece, Alessa fully focused her attention forward, a rather seductive expression forming across her features.
Alessa Holloway: What's wrong, Father? Am I too old for your tastes? Is my body not boyish enough for you? That's exactly what it is, isn't it, Father?
Ricky Rodriguez: Fucking creepo.
Alessa Holloway: You're lucky my self esteem isn't so fragile that it's bothered by the illegal preferences of a creepy ass old man. Otherwise, you'd have a much much bigger problem on your hands.
Nodding his head as a matter of factly, Ricky spoke up as Alessa finished.
Ricky Rodriguez: Don't get her wrong. The problem you have on your hands is still one all the prayers in the world can't solve for you. And that problem is what happens when you put together the best balance of raw power and lightning quick agility. It's a problem that everyone in the Margarita Mix, not just you two, faces. When me and Sebastian get in there, you two are the first to get to see what kind of combination we are going to be. So sit on your buildings and say your prayers cause you two are going to need every ounce of help you can get.
Shaking his head, that confidence began to dominate his features as he went on.
Ricky Rodriguez: Now that the technical stuff is out of the way, let's be real here. Y'all couldn't do any better than Father Thyme? Was Reverend Rosemary all booked up? Did Pastor Parsley have prior engagements? Is Deacon Dill locked up after diddling little boys?
Alessa Holloway: It's okay, the good Deacon will have company in that cozy little cell before he knows it. After all, God sees all, right?
A look of impression grew out across the face of Ricky as he draped his arm across the shoulders of the young Ms. Holloway, grinning from ear to ear as he did so.
Ricky Rodriguez: It's like this, Father, Billy. I've only been on this level for a short time. I'm raring to prove myself. To put myself out there as much as possible. Beating the hell out of you two is going to be a pretty good step in that direction. Even past that. Winning something like this within the first few months of my professional debut? That's a hell of a thing to have on my resume. I hope you two are ready cause me and Big SG? We're coming in hot and we're coming for your heads. See y'all soon.
A smirk flashed across Ricky's face as Alessa turned to face him, the two of them sharing an embrace as the scene faded away.
Post by fatherthyme on Aug 2, 2021 22:12:26 GMT -5
There is a church on a hill that overlooks a small village. It's walls are worn and thin, the rooms dilapidated and decrepit. But yet every Sunday, the pews are packed with people who come to hear the word of God. On this particular day, a Tuesday in June, Father Thyme is out in the garden picking herbs and berries when he sees smoke coming from the direction of the church.
"Father!Father!", Sister MaryClaire calls out to him from the distance. "Sister Rosemary is still there, the Church is burning!!!"
Thyme drops his basket of cilantro and runs towards the church.
"Please Sister Rosemary is still there, please save her Father!!!" , voices call out as Thyme runs into the fire.
-----------5 Minutes later-----------
Sister Rosemary is laying on a cot in a small room bandaged from head to toe.
A small portly man with a stethoscope hanging from his neck shakes his head and looks over at Father Thyme who is sitting beside Rosemary. "She's going to need a lot of prayers Father. I am so sorry."
"Were we able to save the church?" Rosemary's weak voice asks.
"That was a brave and stupid thing you did Rosemary, but the church is gone." Thyme replies.
Rosemary begins to weep softly.
"I'll figure something out Rose, don't worry everything will be okay."
------------------- Present Day---------
The sounds of lashing echo through a small motel room. WHIP!WHIP!WHIP!
"I am not worthy." WHIP!WHIP!WHIP!
"I am not worthy of your grace." WHIP!WHIP!WHIP!
Father Thyme is kneeling beside the bed with a bible (probably the bible supplied by the Motel) open in front of him. Welts and cuts adorn his back like a botched tattoo. He pauses in between rounds of self flagellation to speak to God.
"Wicked are the ways of those who sit in complacency. Heavenly Father, please give me the strength to overcome my foes. I know that your strength will be superior to whatever Ricky Rodriguez and Sebastian Grey bring into the ring. We need this victory Lord. Sister Rosemary is dying, our church has burned down. With this money that I will make from the tournament, I will build a bigger church, and we will get Rosemary the help that she needs. I'm here to spread the Gospel of the one true GOD. When people see how great and powerful your are Lord, they will come in flocks to praise your name."
WHIP!WHIP!WHIP!
"I was perplexed when the Mystery Entrant was revealed to be Sebastian Grey. Even though we know his name, he's still a mystery. It's as if they went into a gym and found the biggest and dumbest man and had him sign a contract. Sebastian Grey has all the muscles and is built like a tank. He reminds Lord of someone from the olden days. Goliath was a giant of a man, what he lacked in brain was compensated by his braun. He was a great warrior for the Philistines. But with your help Father, he was defeated by a "Young" man. My teammate in this tournament is a man who goes by the name of "Young." So I see this as an omen Lord, as a message from you that you are guiding me on the right path. Just like the giant Goliath, Sebastian Grey will fall."
There is a knock on the door and a muffled voice calls from the outside. "Sir, is everything okay in there?"
"I'm fine, just working out a bit." Thyme responds.
Father Thyme listens as the footsteps fade.
" Ricky Rodriguez has the body of an adolescent female volleyball player. From his Twitter posts, it seems he's good at sets and digs . He'll likely be looking to set Sebastian Grey up for the spike. But you Lord, you will lift me high. They will not get past my defense."
WHIP!WHIP!WHIP!
"Forgive me Lord for what I plan to do to Ricky Rodriguez. I hope that we are the first 2 people in the ring when the bell sounds. Because if that is the case, things will end quickly. I want to strangle Ricky Rodriguez, I want to squeeze the breath out of his little body until oxygen can longer get to his brain. As he chokes on his blood I will offer him one last chance to accept you in to his heart Father. If he doesn't make the right decision, his woman and family will have a "long ass", ride home."
WHIP!WHIP!WHIP!
"Lord, you are my hammer and weapon of war: with you I break nations; with you I destroy kingdoms. With you by my side even the mightiest of men will seem weak. My faith in you is stronger than ever Lord. You are the light, you are the way. I pray for Sebastian and Ricky. I pray that they will recover from their injuries and that they can continue their careers after this match."
An old Nokia 3310 cell Phone rings. Thyme places the whip down and picks it up. "Hello and God Bless."
The voice on the other line is somber and soft. "Sister Rosemary has died Father, I'm so sorry Father. Please come back, we need you."
A lone tear starts to trickle down Thyme's right cheek as he turns the phone off. A look of anger comes over him. He grabs the Nokia and throws it against the wall, but the thing is indestructible. Thyme grabs the tv on the dresses and slams it against on the ground. He lifts the mattress off the bed and flips it over. He starts to punch the wall with his bare hands. "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WILL ALL PAY. I WILL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! BILLY YOUNG, SEBASTIAN GREY, RICKY RODRIGUEZ, THE REFEREE. WHOEVER GETS IN MY WAY, I WILL SHOW YOU NO MERCY!"
Thyme reaches down to grab the whip, the Bible beside it is turned to Ecclesiastes. Thyme reads the words on the page. "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance."
Thyme gets down on both knees and begins to sob as he raises the whip in the air.