Cashe/Gold vs. Themis/Fury

[Marcus Welsh]

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 LC Pinkston/Bam Miller vs. Aaron Warthog/Ciela Luiz match.

[DiOGee]

"My Mother likes you.." Cashe tilts back a Margarita Glass and finishes the contents. Letting out an "Aaahhh!" he wipes his mouth.

"You intrigue me. Even with every fiber inside of me telling me it's dumb. I dig you. Truly a painted picture that anyone would bid on if sold. Anyone but Raven unless Betsy wanted a painting in the bathroom.."

Twisting the lid off a bottle of Villa One Silver Tequila, he tilts back and takes a swig. Putting it back on the bar. "Now, before this liquor gets the best of me.." There were lime wedges, lime juice and salt on the counter of the bar. The ingredients were obvious.

"Miss Fury, Lexi? Both of you might as well be invisible and at this point, your secondary in this. So while I will probably make subtle or slight drags, but this is about her and I. Cool? Tell TK I said what's up for me though!"

The Beach House he rented in Gulf County opened more on the inside as he moved towards the sliding doors that led out to the pool and beach front.

"Now, I wanted to meet you but I wanted more than the potential of sniffing on ya. I seen a glowing beauty who just owns the space she stands in! Gorgeous, funny, smart and yeah, that's sexy as fuck to me! Your anger? Such aggression! That's better than long walks on a beach overlooking the sunset! So why does the idea sit conflicted in my head? It took me a good while to figure it out..

I know you think I'm crying over rejection. Rejection is a life lesson even out of relations. My Momma likes you so you can't be good for me, right? Plus, I realized I've been engaged with a Psyche and a Persephone before. Must be a kink. Yet you intrigue me even knowing all I know about you, but as I said before?

I wasn't trying to get near someone involved and you're involved even if the parties you're involved with don't involve you. You deserve to be in the spotlight but if my 'obsession' with you is what you will bury me with then what's it say about you when Raven barely acknowledges you and Betsy laughs at you almost daily? You'd think you got at least the tip but daaaamn!"

Leaning to the right, he reenacted the Craig and Smokey lean from the movie 'Friday' and laughed at it for a second before continuing.

"You got love for GOATs and Sheep but I'll lump up llamas and a DiOGee offers loyalty but will bite when threatened. You want to walk the dog but you might can't handle the leash.. I wouldn't want you to think that's all I wanted though. I wanted to get to know ya.."

His hesitation stood him in a pause. "Regardless of your rejection, we clicked. The jokes, the flirting.. I smiled, it was comforting! That's a problem for me.. That's a problem for you! It's not enough to just be comfortable. I believe we have the same problem.

Think about it.. James Raven is your Betty White! It's a long shot that will never happen! I've ended relationships because of the IDEA of Betty White. She is 99 years old so her name is more of a metaphor to perfection I might never grab hold of.

Relationships have only brought weakness. Yet if I'm not the uncommon difference in your common then I see nothing worth chasing. I'm not your Dove, see? You're like a drug but I can switch to another source for a fix if need be." Sniffing as he swipes his nose like there was cocaine involved. "I haven't even met you and I'm faaar too experienced in the games played to trip over some shit I haven't smelt. Just not me historically. I'm not that hard up!"

Cashe reaches down under the bar and lifts out a bottle of cleaner. "Say what you need to say though, I'll put Windex on the burns you plan to play. My funny is felony!"

Preparing another drink, Cashe had music in his head as he started swaying his hips left to right ever so slightly. He held his liquor well so he was good for now.

"Maybe I AM feeling you, dumb on me right? I'm still looking forward to meeting you in person. I agree that it should be business first and this match, since it got booked, was ALWAYS going to be just that, business. I'm looking to get on the payroll in OCW so hold my nuts" With a free hand, he reaches down and lifts his junk before letting it drop.

"While I make a pay day, no matter who is opposite of me, I'm eating! A foot in the door is all I need.. It's what I will TAKE from whomever. So, if you look into my stare, the eyelids are iris, it means I'm eyes wide, won't sleep because the dream is to get the job done."

His eyes were a little glossy. He was feeling it and himself. "I'm a Junkie with it! So Greek Fury is going to have to inject me with an Overdose because B.O.B. won't be here to carry Miss Ohh Can-A-Duh and Shawn Warstein sure as shit won't be your replacement.

You'll have to do more than just look pretty. That will not win you shit! Look at Lexi, she is hideous but she is buying me a gift so she gets a pass! You and your partner have some unresolved issues though right?

At least you have the fans behind you! The consumers who like pretty things but I don't sell myself to the masses for likes. I'm here for me.. Who are you even here for? Vanity or the hope that he finally notices you? You could have gotten paid in War Games but you became one of those Invisible Vaginas at the last minute while Shawn became an Angel, I can't make this shit up!

Hahahaha" Laughing as he begins to make another Margarita, he was getting wavy now "I'm the tequila in this just not always so smooth.. So, Umm.. CAN I take you out after all this? Hahaha!"

Shrugging, Cashe salutes the camera. Pressing play on a remote controller, music plays. Deniece Williams "Let's Hear It For The Boy" comes over the Beach House Sound System. His Happy song. "You're a beauty and I.. I'm a Beast! Disney!"

Leaving the margaritas alone, Cashe grabs the bottle of Tequila and takes a swig before raising it in the air.. "A toast! Last word, yours.." The scene fades with him doing a shoulder roll type dance.

[Miss Fury]

The following announcement has been paid for by 

Miss Fury is all smiles as the scene fades in.

"The OCW Margarita Mix. A contest that places random teams together in a bid to survive all others only to be faced with a choice. Continue to fight alongside your assigned partner, or beat them down for an opportunity at a singles title. In other words, it's a social experiment. A team building exercise designed to test the strength of the bonds built working together week after week. It will be truly interesting to see who makes it to the end and what choice they ultimately make."

The smile leaves Fury in favor of annoyance as she sucks her teeth.

"I, of course, only leave the end of this tournament open ended because of recent events that everyone in OCW may be unaware of, but I feel as though there is no better time or place to discuss these events than right here, and right now!"

A cold glare from Fury. Deep breath. Flaring nostrils. You can tell the following subject is one of true annoyance for her. 

"Atara Themis, do you think that you can just publicly blame BOB for your failures and walk away scot free? Sure, BOB has always had an open door policy that has allowed past members such as Jenny Myst and The Thugs to come and go as they please, but do you want to know what the difference between them and you is?"

Fury flashes a half cocked grin.

"Many things... Such as not attempting to save face after a disastrous decision goes worse than anyone thought possible by pushing the blame onto the same people who did nothing but support and push you to be the best version of you possible. Or not running out in the middle of the night like a dirty whore after a night of cheap sex!"

"We're baddies sure, but if we don't have each other's backs, who will?"


Fury shakes her head.

"Not Atara Themis, but the fact is, it comes as little surprise. Prior to BOB it was Shawn Warstein and Legacy that took the blame for all of Atara's failings. Funny how she has never once considered the possibility that she's just not very good, not as good as she thinks at the very least, and definitely not a good person."

"Again, baddies, so not completely taken by surprise here, but maybe a little let down? Atara, you have all of the potential in the world. You just tend to stand in your own way every time you begin to break through the glass ceiling. Maybe subconsciously you fear dropping the ball, so you do so intentionally. I do not know, or care at this point. What I do know is this. I can not, and will not count on you as a partner. If team BOB wins our opening round contest against Lexi Gold and Jason Cashe, then it will be because of the one true BOB on this team, ME!"

"If we lose, it'll be..."

"ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Fury cracks another grin.

"See, kinda sucks when "friends" push the blame onto you, huh?"

"Now, I'm sure all of the other teams are getting a real kick out of this, especially our opponents this week. Go ahead, laugh it up. Even if this newfound disfunction prevents me from advancing to the next round, BOB will still come out victorious, because the cold hard truth is this..."

"None of these teams stand a chance against The Bastards!"

#JoinBOB

[Lexi Gold]

The scene opens up inside the comfort of Lexi Gold's loving home, one of which is located in Miami. She is seen sitting in the living room on her sofa with a framed photograph on her lap along with other photographs on the side. The camera zooms in closer on her, then pans down on the photograph on her lap. The details of it were unknown, but looked to be her and another woman engaging in a hug in the middle of a ring, holding the edges tightly, she looked at the camera with a serious expression on her face.

“For most of my career I always disliked the thought of teaming with anyone whether it was someone I was close with, or just a random person that walked through those curtains for the first time. I believe the reasoning for this is due to the fact that one person that I thought I could count on let me down, which left me with this hatred building up inside me for years, and the lack of trust I once had, so here I stand in twenty-twenty getting ready to do it again. Unknowingly the intentions of the other participants of course.”

She sighs and her eyes wander around the room, thinking about a game plan for this unpredictable match.

“My partner however is from a different universe than me and the crazy part is he is doing everything in his power to convince us what a great team we could be. Hello, Jason. That is cute. We may have a chance at winning this match, but trust me we ain't no Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson. I fly solo and my trust lies within myself. I know you have half a brain but I trust you to make smart decisions in this match.”

She throws the photograph at the wall as it shatters into pieces on the ground, then an evil smile crept on her face, grabbing the next photograph that she looked at. Inside of a baby stroller were her snake babies. It felt like she just entered a trance, running her fingers over the picture. Somehow she got out of her trance and looked as if she was about to tear up now.

“My precious babies… you know I never got the sense that they wanted to eat me alive unlike the people I've come across in my past life. People will never understand the bond I shared with them. Not even the people in this match. I know we are all coming in blind on this one and I also know that my lack of accomplishing any big accolades in this business may have been brought up, but that line has been rehashed on me many times before to the point where it doesn't bother me, but rather it becomes tiresome and dull. You want to verbally attack me? Try coming up with something interesting and unique. I beg of you, you little rodents.”

“I may not be the biggest, baddest, and one with the most talent, but my determination to win is always there. This is no exception. Atara, Miss Fury you may not know much about me, or my partner even, but our combined actions will prove that we're not to be overlooked then and into the future.”

She continued staring at the photo and then sighed quietly to herself, looking up finally with those blue eyes of her that contained hate, anger, determination that she had all those years.

“Paint me as psychotic all you want, but this psycho bitch is going to have her hand raised. If my babies were there in the front row slithering in their seats watching mommy they would be proud of me.”

“Hiss.. Hiss. Haven't you heard? Appearances are deceptive.”

She grins and removes herself off the couch, then hugs the photograph to her chest and walks over to hang it back on the wall, turns to walk away to look at the cactus tree plant and gives it a peck.

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Predictable Thot intro annnnnd…..



Go.

Hope that's where your money was, you toothless, ragged out Fidel Castro looking push over bitch. I do it every time with out fail, don't make a fuck if you know, think you know, had the deets slid you by someone who thought you should know, or sat your rank ass in front of me with a glass of chocolate milk and looked at me vacuously…

Yeah I know that word just blew your circuits so we'll take a pause break while you recover.

Just to clarify Jason, because comprehension isn't a strong suit. I said pause break not Wall Break, so don't get excited at the prospect of having those sassy pants dropped and that Wuhan biohazard of an ass getting spanked by Shawn again.

Or anything with a dick for that matter. Seems if it ain't got tits and ass, Mister One Nipple Super Bad Ass Stab Wound Guy is afraid of it. Feels it owes him just for being nice. Just rolls with the cup checks…

Dickless moron.

Fuck off, I'm not nice. I don't know you. I don't want to know you. I don't need your friendship and I sure as hell don't care if you want mine. It ain't happening. It was never gonna happen. You're purpose right now is to walk to the ring tomorrow, get knocked the fuck out and then ship that summer smile back to Mama Cashe where I hope she looks at you…

….get ready. Mama Atty is going to break out the Thesaurus again.

No, not a dinosaur. A book, with paper that helps your brain. Neat right?

Alright, here goes…

….where she looks at you like pooh-pooh. Need a minute to process? I'm just effin with ya. Or am I?

Yo-Yo. We're still taking a break so I can shamelessly plug a thing and get a random dig on my partner.

The following Promotional Material for OCW Margarita Mixer has been sponsored by not B.O.B

Why would it be, who would want it to be. Oh right. The most ineffectual villian and self proclaimed bad guy in existence. A dumb bitch who wants to talk shooting feet but has yet to leave the fucking pissbaby cradle.

Jessica something. We humor the Fury part because it's good for a rise out of Ruby and she always spanks this mouth breather called my tag partner when she sees fit. Fuck everyone does or has at some point. Unless it's in a 'b.W.o ring. A company inside company who was only championship was legitimized because I was looking out for you you ungrateful twat. Where the fuck is it now? Who cares….only you.

That's why your here now. TNGB are here and Fury needs a rub to feel relevant. Fucking Vinnie, Theo, Chris, Vita and even Ruby aren't here to carry you around Dove. XWF not buying your bullshit anymore?

You want to feel like you contributed though. Go stand with the spineless limpdick and make sure he doesn't wander chasing mirages. I'll fuck all three of your worlds up. Or I won't show and it'll take another legend to fill my void.

Gtfo, that shit don't score points with me.

Monday Nights
Ghost Fighter Boone on WeAreSplat

Anyways, Jason. Yeah, I know Dove, I'm petty but I'm not without remorse. I've literally made a fool of you publicly all week and I'm about to send you home tomorrow a little prematurely so whatever..

Lexi. Don't hurt yourself.

It's Margarita Time.




Happy Dance.