Post by Marcus Welsh on Jul 24, 2021 18:43:44 GMT -5
Roleplay Window: Thursday, August 5th - Tuesday, August 10th. 6 days to post 1 rp PER team member. 1k word cap. 150 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 Jason Cashe/Lexi Gold vs. Atara Themis/Miss Fury match.
Last Edit: Aug 4, 2021 23:54:30 GMT -5 by Marcus Welsh
We open outside the OCW arena for the weekly Piledriver show; it's a bright sunny day as the sun sits in the open blue ocean sky with not a cloud in sight. The sound of a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot can be heard as the camera turns to the parking lot to get a better look; we see one of the Margarita Mix participants. Bam Miller getting off his custom design black and red Harley Davidson; as he gets off and walks towards the entrance, he inhales a little bit left of his cigarette before tossing it on the pavement. He continues to walk towards the entrance and Interacts with the Head of Security for OCW Knux.
Knux: Sorry, sir, no fans allowed from this point forward; you'll have to wait like everyone else.
Bam slides off his black shades and eyes Knux for a little while before reaching into his jacket. He pulls out some papers from his black leather jacket and hands them to Knux.
Bam: Yeah, buddy, I'm not a fan or technically a contracted wrestler for OCW. I'm Bam Miller, one of the contestants in The Mix; my partner LC Pinkston should be on his way down here or already here with his girl.
Knux looks at his paperwork then picks up a clipboard that sits on a podium next to him. He looks over it then lifts his head at Bam.
Knux: Oh yeah, I see your name here now all the way at the bottom of the list.
Knux smirks a little before winking at the camera.
Knux: Guess management doesn't think that much of you, and yeah, I saw your annoying partner around here guy looked like a cracked-out Meerkat; you two will probably get bounced in the first round. Now here are the backstage passes you'll need since you're not a contracted wrestler of OCW and probably never will be.
Knux smirks as he hands off the credentials to Bam Miller and steps to the side, allowing him entrance into the arena; Bam stops halfway in the doorway and turns back to Knux.
Bam: You know Knux… You'll be seeing a lot of me around here, so it is best to stay on my good side. I'll catch you later, bud.
Bam gives a sarcastic wink at Knux, then inside the arena, walking past OCW crew staff that are still helping out with putting the show together. Bam keeps walking down the hallway until he the door that reads Mix Participants Locker room. Bam opens the door and looks inside to see he's the first person that has arrived; he sits down on the bench and starts unpacking his bags. As he's almost done unpacking, a knock is heard from the door, and a middle-aged man in a cheap suit and bushy hair walks in with a microphone, and the camera turns to him.
AKB: I am standing by here live with one of the Mix participants…
AKB moves his mouth away from the microphone and whispers to Bam, who is still sitting on the bench looking at AKB, confused.
AKB: Hey kid, what's your name and whose your partner?
Bam sighs and stands up, and walks over to AKB.
Bam: I'm Bam Miller, and I'm teaming with LC Pinkston tonight.
AKB: Oh yes, I knew that, o course ha-ha. Tell me and the fans about yourself; as we all know, you're not a regular here at OCW.
Bam: Well, that's true, but hopefully I can change that in the coming weeks, but I'm from a small promotion down in Manchester UK called IIW. So far, I've had an okay career in the wrestling industry picking up two IIW Hollywood Championship wins, so I'm no stranger to Goldie. As a matter of fact, I like going after Champions and top guys because I feel like they give you the best fight, and ole boy, do I love a fight. You see, I'm not like most of the guys in the competition who want to use this platform to get attention on their brand. Because that's all these guys and girls are just clout chasers and attention whores. They didn't come to really compete and to try to win those tag team titles, as I plan on doing with my partner LC!
AKB: Interesting take right there, Bam but wouldn't you say your partner is one of these clout chasers from how he displays himself on Twitter?
Bam: Look, LC does some things I don't personally agree with, but from what I have seen, he has a very talented skill that can come in handy as a tag team.
AKB: He does?
Bam: Oh yes, you see, LC has the skill to make even the most mountain-sized man seem as small as a pebble; he can make a great strategist a fool. And you how?
AKB: Do tell…
Bam: All with a tweet.
AKB: A tweet?
Bam: Oh yes, you LC has a way to take simple words and throw the best athletes in this business off their game, and that will come in handy in this Mix Challenge.
AKB: Okay, that's a new one, Bam do you really think that will work in the first round against your opponent's Ciela Luiz and Aaron Warthog?
Bam takes a minute to think as he looks off into space for a moment. Then shakes his head and turns back to AKB.
Bam: You know I won't take anything away from them as individual talent. I'm sure they both bring something to the table that will make them hard to deal with but not good enough to stop us, and I can already tell that big boy Warthog is going to be off his game when LC gets a hold of him with his Twitter fingers.
Bam chuckles off to the side for a moment before coming back on camera.
Bam: On a serious note, I didn't come all the way here to OCW to get bounced in the first round. I came here to get some respect on my name, and the only way I'm going to do that is by winning this whole thing with LC then going on to win those Tag Team Titles, so Warthog and Ciela, you better buckle up because you two are going to Miller Time and believe me it's a bumpy ride!
Bam shoves the microphone back to AKB and walks off as the camera flickers out.
Ciela Luiz crossed her fingers as she heard her tag partner in the Green Order, Kai Morgan’s name called. She chanted to herself.
”Ciela Luiz. Ciela Luiz. Ciela Luiz.”
The announcement came in.
”Ravana!”
Ciela’s heart sank. She had hoped that her and her tag partner would be placed together. She moped a bit as her best friend, Makayla Vayden, looked at her.
”You know how lethal lottery works. NO ONE will be placed with their tag partners. I don’t know why you even signed up for this.”
Ciela detected a hint of sarcasm in Makayla’s voice.
”Kay, you have to realize that I can be in multiple tag teams in multiple companies.”
Before Makayla could answer Ciela heard her name called alongside Aaron Warthog. Her head dropped.
”Don’t worry, I will be out of your hair for a bit. I am going for a walk. I got somethings to think out anyway.”
Ciela grabbed her purse and went out the door and began walking. She turned her cell camera on as she placed it on a rock wall. She shook her head as she laughed.
”Don’t worry, I said. Or seeing as I am on teams with a Warthog perhaps I should say Hakuna Matata. You see, I am not happy at all but I need to prove I can overcome all odds. I am a fucking Luiz afterall.”
Ciela was obviously fighting back tears. She laughed lightly as she looked to the sky.
”Imagine my surprise when LC Pinkston, the fucking loudmouth from Twitter was across from me in round 1. You mean to tell me the fates put me up against him but couldn’t put me and Kai together? Must be a higher being playing a cruel joke on me for jumping back in time.”
Ciela had a seat in front of the camera as she kicked her dangling legs. The heels of her boots hit against the rock wall she sat on.
”Lewis, I will give you a little credit. You have the shit talking part of this business down. You can talk with the best of them. There will come a moment on August 11 when the time for talking ends and the time for actually wrestling begins. I am a third generation superstar. I am someone, like my mother before me, that was bred for this business. What will you do when my hand goes right across your loud ass mouth causing you pain? What will you do when my five foot frame comes flying off the top rope and crashes down on you? What will you do as you face the lights after the three count and myself and Aaron Warthog move on to take on the next team?”
Ciela hopped back off the wall. She walked up to the camera and looked directly into it.
”Do you see me, Bam? This goes out to you as well. You are someone I could care less about. The only reason I mention you is because you are in this match as well. You are not of any concern to me. All that matters is you realize once all is set and done that, one way or another, Warthog and I are advancing in this tournament. There is no way you and that loud mouth son of a bitch can beat me. I am too far advanced. I am from a time when wrestling is once again a focus as opposed to being an after thought in this era. You are boring. You want to do Hollywood? Go do fake stunts as people like me keep making this business mean something again.”
Ciela backed up a bit as she reached in her bag. She pulled out a World Title.
”You see this Bam. This is a world title from the future. You won’t EVER be a World Champion. You won’t ever be good enough. This business is my life and people like you want to use it as a stepping stone to other things and, quite frankly, that pisses me off. Some of us actually care about this business. Some of us want to be champion for more than fame and glory. Some of us would die in this fucking ring. Some of us would make damn sure that people like you NEVER get ahead in this sport.”
Ciela picked the phone up as she spun to reveal she was outside a gym.
”You two are a couple of idiots who can’t recognize the trouble you are in until it is too late. If you even recognize it then. Go back to being a keyboard warrior and Bam, you can go back to stealing catchphrases. I hear people online saying “It is Miller Time” and I gag. I literally want to vomit when I hear ANYONE say that. You both are in way over your heads. You both need to just disappear already. No one cares about either of you and, after Warthog and I put you back in your places, you can cheer us on as we earn a tag team title shot. Warthog and I will take on Them No Good Bastards and finish what the former OCW Champions couldn’t. We will end them like we end your wannabe run in this tournament.”
Ciela reached in her bag and pulled a mask out. She smiled as she tied the mask on her head and headed inside. The Lucha Mask belonged to her mother, Estrella Luiz and, before that, the late great lucha Hurican Rabiso, the Godmother of Estrella.
”Por la familia!”
She zipped up her bag and headed inside. She began running some ropes and ended up showcasing some lucha skills as the scene faded to black.
Ciela was as ready as she would ever be. She had a lot on her mind and a lot on her plate but she wasn’t going to let any of that hinder her quest to represent her family and her Mexican Lucha Libre tradition. She was ready to prove to the world that she was who she claimed to be. She was a Luiz!
Post by Aaron Warthog on Aug 6, 2021 8:52:03 GMT -5
The shot opens on the beginning of a bright, sunny day in the country. We don't see any buildings in the distance in front of us, just wide, open plains. The camera turns right, showing Aaron Warthog standing there, dressed remarkably conservatively for him. He's staring at the photograph he's holding in his hands.
Aaron Warthog - I never thought someone like me could become a father.
We can see what Warthog is holding now. It's a sonogram, showing Warthog's impending child.
Aaron Warthog - So many things have changed in 2021. Just look at me, the lunatic Warthog who "just wanted to fight". And now, I'm more than a wrestler. I'm a husband. I'm a soon-to-be father.
The wedding ring on Warthog's left hand shines in the light of the rising sun. This must be a new development, as Warthog and Memphis Belle had to have had a private ceremony for only close friends and family.
Aaron Warthog - Memphis and I, we couldn't be happier. We've found each other, two people who not one of ya would put together, but things are so perfect together. I can't wait to meet my kid. But I also know that means more responsibility. I can't be as wild as I was. I have to provide, and give my family what they need.
Warthog nods to himself, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He's just not used to wearing buttoned-up shirts, but Warthog's working to change his image, if only for Memphis & their upcoming bundle of joy.
Aaron Warthog - When the opportunity came to sign up for the Margarita Mix and earn some extra money, I jumped at the chance. But I expected the reaction from the other wrestlers wouldn't be 'Happy Yer Here'. My career in the GCWA didn't go that great, and my Outsiders titles don't mean a lot to people. I was the one wrestler nobody wanted on their team.
A look of sadness crosses Warthog's face, only to quickly disappear as he hides it back behind his usual expression.
Aaron Warthog - When Ciela Luiz got chosen as my partner, everyone was already calling us "Beauty & the Beast". That's alright, I ain't no supermodel, I get that. I know Luiz would have rather had someone else on her team. I can't blame her. But I give you this promise, Ciela: I'm going to do my part. I've been working hard since I got medically cleared. I've lost weight. I've gained strength. I'm committing myself to being better, because my son or daughter deserves to have a father who can be looked at with respect.
Warthog stares intently at the camera, meaning every word he's saying.
Aaron Warthog - From what I hear, the biggest mouth in this tournament is LC Pinkston. I don't know why he goes by "LC". Maybe he thinks it gives him more respect in the wrestling world. I know that Lewis Pinkston sounds like one of those shyster lawyers I see on the early morning car crash commercials, and Chad Pinkston makes me think of a preppy bitch, so he probably made the right decision. LC sounds like someone who's gone through the shit like I have. Hell, he calls himself a constant fuck-up, and I know how that can feel.
A deep laugh comes from Warthog, as he's definitely been known in the past to make mistakes. Just not so much lately.
Aaron Warthog - LC, take it from a Warthog who's been where you are. Talking trash and making loud-mouth blasts to cover up your own self-loathing doesn't get you anywhere. You need to find a way to love yourself. That's what Memphis tells me, and I'm working on that every day. I believe in myself now, which is probably what I was missing in my career. That's what's going to carry Ciela & I over you & Bam this Wednesday. I want to be a winner now, but secretly, deep in your little, tiny heart, I think you are going to hold yourself back, and that's going to cost your team the chance to move forward. The truth sucks, I know, but all you can do is try to work on yourself like I have. Get yerself better.
Warthog tries to look more knowing, nodding at the camera. It doesn't quite work, although the outfit certainly helps.
Aaron Warthog - Bam, you call yourself a Top Guy Slayer. Well, I'm not a top guy, and Ciela's not a guy at all, as far as I can tell, so 'fraid that little moniker isn't going to work this time. Neither you nor LC can match my bulk, or Ciela's high-flying skills. That's what's going to make us the perfect team. Our differences will make us great, while you & LC are just too damn similar. Can you handle trying to avoid me Stampeding you into the canvas, while also watching out for Ciela coming at you from above with the Princesca? Ooh, you know our double-teams are going to be incredible. I'm going to be throwing Ciela at you from all angles, and there will be nothing you can do to stop it. My only worry is Memphis getting a little jealous at how well we do, but she understands it's all business. It's all about my family.
It gets quiet for a few moments, as Warthog stares out at the view ahead of him. We get a nice shot from behind, showing Warthog's shadow in the rising sun.
Aaron Warthog - It's a new day for me. I'm not going into this for a one-and-done. I'm looking to start making a name for myself, getting myself actually going in the business now. It ain't all about me anymore. I'm fighting for something. I'm fighting for someone. Ciela, I'll see you in the ring, and I hope, after the first week is done, you'll be proud of your partner. LC, Bam, sorry for your damn luck, because when a Warthog is going full-speed, nothing's going to stop you from being trampled into the fucking ground.
With this last statement, Warthog gives a confident grin to the camera, before he goes back to looking at the sonogram picture. We fade out.
Post by Lewis Chad Pinkston on Aug 9, 2021 4:45:11 GMT -5
Narrator: I have been blessed to tell you all about this amazing athlete, who is in the peak of his prime…. Wait, that's not right? It can’t be right.
**~~**You can clearly hear the shuffling of papers. And then a deep sigh from the narrator.**~~**
Narrator: This is the type of shit we get when he writes his own material. Look at the man for Christ sake. He looks like one of those edgy 90’s pencils with tribal tattoo logos grew arms and became addicted to quaaludes. He’s been called an idiot, a blues clues reject.
Lewis: I take that as a compliment that I was in finals! Fucking Steve….
Narrator: Ah yes there he is our faithful hero…. Seriously, we need to stop letting him write this stuff.
**~~**Lewis cautiously walks into the gym, Ophelia Pain grasping his left arm beside him. His partner Bam Miller is training with a random partner.**~~**
Lewis: BITCH!
**~~**Bam shakes his head and climbs out of the ring.**~~**
Narrator: The thing about Lewis that everyone needs to understand right now is this. He’s an idiot. He’s a moron, and yes I’m off script right now. The guy doesn’t know the difference between a wrist lock and a wristwatch.
**~~**Bam looks at Lewis up and down, then smiles at Ophelia.**~~**
Bam: Sorry, but that isn’t the kind of cardio we are going to be working on.
Lewis: No worries, we ran a few laps before I got here.
Narrator: Lewis gives Ophelia a kiss, which given another second would’ve turned into another cardio session if Bam didn’t pull them apart.
Lewis: Okay brah…. What are we doing first?
Bam: Well seeing as how you’ve got literally no experience in a ring…
Lewis: Just a technicality.
Bam: Either way. We are gonna go in there and go over the basics.
**~~**The two men climb into the ring and Bam begins showing Lewis the basics. A few headlocks, several back bumps and running the ropes. Lewis is hunched over in the ring gasping for air.**~~**
Narrator: Who knew that Lewis’ form of cardio didn’t equate to in ring cardio…. Anyone? Yeah that tracks. This narrator will say this, he didn’t look too out of place in the ring.
**~~**Bam walks up next to Lewis and slaps him on the back.**~~**
Bam: Don’t worry man, it comes with time.
Lewis (Breathing Heavily): Yeah… I know. Not bad tho right?
Bam: Yeah, not bad. I could’ve done worse in the draw.
Lewis: Oh for sure, you could’ve ended up with Warthog.
Bam: Come on, he's not that bad.
Lewis: Really? You don’t think I didn’t have my girl help with research. Ophelia, love, what was his record on…. Uhh UGWC?
**~~**Opheila looks up from her phone and shakes her head.**~~**
Ophelia: Lew….it was GCWA.
Lewis: Right, same difference.
Ophelia: No sweetums. Two different companies.
Lewis: Jesus how many different companies are there out there?
Ophelia: Seems like there is a new one every week.
Lewis: And this OCW place isn’t accepting applications? Seems like an oversight to me. Anyways, what was this dude’s record in GWCA?
Bam: Come on man, GCWA.
Lewis: That’s what I said.
Bam: No.
Lewis: Anyways…. Record.
Ophelia: Nine wins.
Bam: Not bad.
Lewis: Wait for it….
Ophelia: And Twenty nine losses.
Lewis: BOOM!
**~~**Lewis climbs out of the ring and sits on the apron. Bam follows and stands just off to the left of him.**~~**
Lewis: I mean come one Bammer… it’s cool if I call you Bammer right?
Bam: *Half Shrugs*
Lewis: Dope. Now of all the people we could’ve drawn, this was the best bet. Listen I know that I’m not the most technically sound in the ring, but that’s what I’ve got you for. I know that I’m the weak link here, but the Billie Eilish cosplayer thinks that Warthog is some sort of bully. From checking out his record and a few of his matches… The dude sucks. He’s barely coherent enough to say one full full sentence, let alone have it make any sense.
Bam:…..
Lewis: Don’t get me wrong. He’s like a train. Once he gets moving there is no stopping him. Unless of course you put a penny on the tracks. Remember that old myth? Where if you did that the train would crash and people would die? Hello. I’m the penny. And Bam over here is emergency services. Here to pick up the pieces and tell the world just what went wrong. Warthog got taken to the shed out back, branded and castrated because he’s not even good enough to be a stud. Instead he’s marked for slaughter.
Bam: You… uh… sure do have a way with words.
Lewis: Right you are Bamma Damma Ding Dong.
Bam: No.
Lewis: It takes time. We will get there. However that does bring to Celia.
Bam: So you gonna try and steal her time traveling thingy?
Lewis: Oh bet. That’s assuming that it actually works and it’s not some bullshit thing to draw attention to the emo chick, who’s parents obviously never loved. I mean let’s assume that it’s legit right. What’s stopping me from just straight up killing her? There's no record of her being alive right now, so the absolute worst case is in the year 2057 I’ll finally get convicted, assuming the records are still there and around.
Bam: Are you saying you’re gonna kill her? I don’t know if….
Lewis: No. I said Assuming it’s all legit. Like her “Mom” is a piss poor wrestler who sucks and is ran out of every company she’s ever been a part of, and well her ”daddy”…. Well who knows about him but I’m sure the ole’ moron nut job doesn’t fall far from the dipshit tree.
Bam: You’re probably right.
Lewis: I know I am Bammy.
Bam: Better, but not there yet. How about just Bam?
Lewis: In due time.
**~~**Lewis hops off the apron and holds out a fist. The two men knuckle up as Lewis begins to head out of the gym, Ophelia grabbing on his arm as they disappear through the door.**~~**
Narrator: With that we all know what Lewis is going to do next….. More Cardio…. then Tweet about it. Then call someone a Bitch and make a list. All in a day's work for the least worthy competitor in the Margarita Mix.