Fury/Themis vs. Miller/Pinkston

[Marcus Welsh]

Roleplay Window: Thursday, August 12th - Tuesday, August 17th. 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 18th episode of Piledriver.

Please post your rps as a reply to this thread.

Winning team will face the winners of the Dolly Waters/Hector Malvado vs. Anthony Cross/Mike Mason match.

[Lewis Chad Pinkston]

Narrator: Holy fucking shit!?! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! How did they manage to pull that off? Sure we all knew that Bam could go in the ring, but the question was always, how was LC going to hold him back…. Fuck. I’ve got to do this for another week…. Wait, where are those two going?

**~~**Lewis and Bam step out of the car. Lewis begins to rub his hands together as Bam rolls his eyes at the younger man.**~~**

Lewis: Okay Bamington Bear, while the ring is your world we are stepping into mine now.

Bam (Walking Away): Lew, anywhere I step is my world. 

Lewis (Running up behind): Right, yeah man. I forgot. I mean I felt bad that Pheely didn’t have any friends for you so I figured—

Bam: Yeah, point taken Lewis. 

Lewis: I mean I’m sure Atara would fuck you if she thought it would help her chances, and to be honest no one would blame you. 

Narrator: Yes their opponents this week are none other than Ms. Fury and Atara Themis. So I guess Lewis has done a bit of research on his opponents…I’m honestly shocked.

Bam: Nah man. You were there for me, we are riding this out until the end. 

Lewis: Dope. Ok, so Pheely did some research for us. Hold on a second. (Fumbles while grabbing his phone) Right so it seems like Atara is…. Well that can’t be right. 

Narrator: Of course he didn’t do the research himself.

Bam: What?

Lewis: Well it seems like you might have a shot.

Bam (Rolling his Eyes): Get on with it Lewis. 

**~~**The two men walk up towards a door but are met by a bouncer, who politely points them to the back of a line.**~~**

Narrator: A couple of morons. Maybe if Lewis took his face out of the phone for a second, or Bam wasn’t trying to steer him in the right direction this could’ve been avoided.

Lewis: Anyways. Seems like she’s proud to have a losing record. Like way more proud than anyone should be.

Bam: How the hell is she even noteworthy then?

Lewis (Rubbing his chin): Tits? Her totally non-confrontational personality? Or maybe the nine titles she’s won? Hey I heard the 10th comes free with a blow jibber. There’s hope for you yet pal. 

Bam: Shut it. 

Lewis: Says here she did some MMA stuff too.

Bam: That’s definitely different.

Lewis: Losing record there too. 

Bam: It’s still a tough as shit sport. 

Lewis: Yeah, yeah, no doubt. That and she thinks she is more important than she really is. Themis right? That’s the chick in the courthouses, lady justice with the scales…

Bam: How do you know that?

Narrator: Yeah how does this incompetent asshat know that?

Lewis: A lot of time in courthouses, anyways, she thinks she tips the scales but they don’t budge at all….Oh here’s something interesting. She’s infatuated with James Raven. 

Bam: The guy with the abs?

Lewis (Lifting up his shirt): I got abs too.

Bam: Ab. Singular. 

Lewis: Fuck you man. We are a team! Gas me up!

Bam: No. What about Fury?

Lewis: Not much, just a flier that says “Join BoB”. 

**~~**The two men take a few steps forward as the line begins to move.**~~**

Bam: Who the fuck is bob?

Lewis: Not who, what…seems like a group of midcarders parading around in some backwater company. They are top dogs there but wherever else they go they fall flatter than the time travel device Celia had. 

Bam: Didn’t work?

Lewis: No. Turns out it was just a modified taser. I don’t need to tell you that it hurt like a bitch. 

Bam: Are you sure you grabbed the right thing?

Lewis: Irrelevant. Anyways, it turns out BoB holds the OCW Tag Team titles. So I assume they are here to protect their investment. Win the Mix, keep the belts. 

Bam: But I thought Atara wasn’t BoB?

Lewis: Word on the street…. She bobs all the time…(Begins to elbow Bam) Except for Cashe and especially for champions. So we get the belts. You get a blowie and I do some cardio with Pheely.

Bam: Knock it off. 

Lewis: Fine but I’m still doing cardio. 

Bam: I know. That is painfully obvious to anyone on Twitter. Can you just stop for one day?

Narrator: Have you ever seen The Office? Well Lewis gives the “camera”, I guess, a quick Halpert-esque shrug. How the fuck did they get to the second round?

Lewis: I could, I just don’t want to. I love her and I don’t care who knows. 

Bam: Just don’t fuck her right before the match.

Lewis: I’m not dumb…

Bam: Welllllllll…

Lewis: Come on man. Let’s get back to it. So anyways BoB goes everywhere right? Trying to take over, but the thing is they fail. And they Fail a lot. Maybe because they send the B team out to try because their leader is either sleeping at the wheel or geriatric. So they finally did something right and sent a good team out. Boom! Them No Good Bastards.

Bam: Not now Lew. 

Lewis: Right. Anyways so much like her partner, Fury has to backdoor her way into any sort of limelight. Like she was “possessed” by someone and got railed by her boss in the XWF.

Bam: Possessed?

Lewis: Yeah I’m talking full on exorcist type shit. They expect us to believe it too, like come on….

Bam: Anything relating to wrestling?

Lewis: Nah she sucks just as bad as her partner. Big bad BoB can’t hold it together. Or all we have to do is keep it together longer than they do.

**~~**The two men finally reach the door and disappear behind the red door. As the camera pans up revealing “Dream Girls 2: A Gentleman’s Club”.**~~**

Narrator: He took them to a strip club? The man needs to get into the ring for fucks sake. It’s clear that these two men,while wildly different, are becoming a cohesive unit and maybe even friends.

**~~**Lewis pops his head out from behind the door.**~~**

Lewis: Heh…. unit.

**~~**Lewis ducks back into the club as the camera fades to black.**~~**

[Bam Miller]

We open up to Key West Florida as the bright sunlight rays break through the ripped curtain of a cheap motel room that has Miller Lite beer cans everywhere on the floor; the walls of the room have the paper hanging off, and a bong sits in the middle of an oak wood coffee table. L.C. sleeps on a couch with a sombrero on his head. Bam laid out on the bed with a Miller Lite in his hand. Suddenly an alarm goes off those wakes Bam from his sleep as he rolls over and spills a little beer out of the can. He staggers himself up and gets his phone to silence the alarm. He shakes his head as if he got cobwebs in it; he looks at his phone; his eyes get really wide as he looks at the time then at L.C.


Bam: SHIT! L.C., WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!



L.C. lifts the sombrero off his face slowly and looks up at Bam as he wipes his eyes.



L.C.: Yo, why so loud I'm over trying to catch some zzzz's bro last night at the club was wild.



Bam walks over and throws him the phone for him to see the time.



L.C.: Yo, it's two O clock in the afternoon; we've been asleep for a minute, huh?



Bam: You moron, we are supposed to be in the O.C.W. arena at two-thirty for an interview.



L.C. hopes up and does a salute at Bam like he's a soldier. Bam shakes his head at him as he grabs his motorcycle keys and black leather jacket that he puts on before heading out the door. L.C. rushes behind him in the most awkward way possible. He walks outside and yells out to Bam.



L.C.: Yo waits, you can't leave me. I'm your partner, man; we've got to do this thing together.



Bam: Calm down, I'm not leaving you, L.C. now come and get on the bike so we can.



L.C. takes a helmet Bam gives him and then looks at Bam with a serious look.


L.C.: Look, bro, I know I joke a lot, but I just want you to know my head is in the right game, and I really do want to win this Mix. This is my shot to show everyone I'm not just a joker but a real superstar, you know.



Bam: I gotcha, bro, don't worry; we got this man. I believe you now; let's get out of here.



Bam and L.C. ride off on the motorcycle to the O.C.W. Arena. Thirty minutes later, they ride into the parking lot and get off the Bike L.C. takes off the kid-like helmet Bam gave him why Bam puts out a cigarette and heads inside. Once inside, an O.C.W. staff member escorts them to the press area where O.C.W. Interviewer A.K.B. is waiting for them. He sits in a folded chair and has two more next to him as he points for them to sit. L.C. sits down slouches in his seat why Bam sits up straight.



A.K.B.: Ok, we are live here with Bam Miller and L.C., who have advanced to the next round of the Mix, and I've got to say I'm surprised like most fans were to see you two pull up the upset win. You two got to be feeling pretty high after knocking off Ciela and Aaron?



L.C.: Yeah, you can say we are feeling pretty high right now, isn't that right, Bam?



Bam: Will you shut up anyways, A.K.B. we have been feeling good after the win; it wasn't an easy victory at all, and my partner got knocked around pretty bad.



L.C.: Yo, I held my own just good out there, partner.



Bam: Let me finish; he might didn't wow you with his in-ring skills, but he did show he has heart, and that's all I can ask out of him, and with that, we can go far in this competition.



L.C.: Thanks, man.



L.C. looks to fist bump Bam, but he hesitates at first, then shrugs his shoulders and does it



A.K.B.: Well, you two seem to be on the same page, and you are going to need it when you take on Atara Themis and Miss Fury. The two won after a controversial ending when Jason Cashe took out his own partner Lexi Gold giving the pair the opening they needed to advance to the next round. Now how do you guys feel about your opponents?



L.C.: Well, I for now for a fact Atara is a media attention bitc…



Bam cuts Lc from talking and turns to A.K.B.


Bam: Look, I respect Atara and Fury their both outstanding competitors in their own right and are well known in this business, and rightfully so, but last week I just can't get over how things have unfolded. You see why Atara puts on this front on Twitter, acting like she was so heartbroken over how she won and even saying she would give up her spot in the Mix, which I found disrespectful to the rest of us that actually bust our ass to win and who want to be here to win it all. Still, like I was saying, she acts like she was upset for Lexi, but in reality, she was so quick to pin her in the ring to move to the next round of the Mix. You know Atara can play her Twitter games with everyone else, but I see through it. I know thanks to L.C., she gets down with those scumbags from X.W.F. known as B.O.B. Isn't that right, Fury? Your group likes to go around trying to flex their power but always end up failing and falling flat on their face when you leave your safe fortress in X.W.F.



Bam and L.C. wave at the camera with a grin.



Bam: You see, I know you two are probably here to make sure B.O.B. keeps those O.C.W. Tag Team Titles, but I got news for you we aren't going to let it happen; you see why I and L.C. aren't the favorites to win this Mix by a long shot it still doesn't faze us. We don't care about being the underdogs or how hard the path might be. Still, at the end of the Mix, you can bet your life to whatever God you pray to that Bam Miller and LC Pinkston will be known as the duo that knocked off not only everyone in this Mix but also the number one ranked Tag Team by Denzel Porter Them No Good Batsards. We will capture those tag team titles. In just a few days, Atara and Fury, you ladies are going to Miller Time. We will be seeing you soon.



The scene fades out.

[Miss Fury]

We open to a tight shot of Miss Fury.

“Look at that! The “Broken BOB’s” advanced!”

A cocky smile crawls onto her face.

“Let that sink in boys and girls…”

A short pause for dramatics.

“Two highly favored competitors. The talk of the town. Twitter was abuzz when this match was announced for round one, and frankly, even before my and Atara’s issues became public, we weren’t given much thought when considering the SECOND round of the mixer, yet here we are!”

“Remember what I said in round one?”

A thick layer of smugness fills the air.

“NONE OF YOU CAN BEAT THE BASTARDS!”

“But who could have predicted the struggle that would be the “Broken BOB’s”? Who could have possibly predicted that despite a complete lack of communication between us, and the fact that even looking at Atty’s dumb face makes me physically ill, we STILL managed to advance, and I carried my dysfunctional team to victory just like I knew I would!”

Suddenly she takes a more somber tone.

“Although, I must admit that it wasn’t I that scored the pin and advanced our team. That honor goes to the best partner that a girl could have...“

A wicked smile forms before the name passes her lips.

“Jason Cashe, thank you for your assistance. I don’t know what Atty would have done without you!”

“Γαμισου!”

(Fuck Yourself)

Miss Fury looks agitated as she crosses her arms and looks to her right as the camera pans to reveal Miss Fury’s tag team partner IS IN FACT HERE!

IN THE SAME ROOM!

Well, on the other side of a divider…

BUT IN THE SAME ROOM!

“Αυτό ήμουν μόνο εγώ! Καλώς ήρθες πάλι σκύλα”

(That Was All Me! Your Welcome Again)

Rolling her eyes, Fury looks back towards the camera.

“You know how I hate it when you speak that gibberish!”

“Ασυναρτησίες?”

(Gibberish?)

Fury slaps the divider between them in frustration!

“ENGLISH!”

"σκατά στα μουτρα σου”

(Shit in your face..)

Man, this team sure is dysfunctional, and to think, at the start, everyone was amazed at how the ONLY 2 BOBs in this thing ended up together… Not such a blessing now...

“THIS! This right here is exactly why you FAILED with BOB! You’re NOT a team player!”

“I’m not a team player!? Bitch, I HANDED you MY Internet title for the “sake of the team”!”

Miss Fury rolls her eyes.

“Please! You “handed me the belt” because you didn’t want to get embarrassed twice in a two-week span!”

“Like YOU did the following Anarchy when Big D beat you for your precious BOB title?”

Fury’s eyes widen in shock then narrow in anger!

“WHAT!?! You know full well the result of that match was officially contested by the bWo championship committee!”

“Only because you sign their checks!”

Fury’s cheeks flush to a deep red as she slowly raises her shaking fist, ready to blast Atara in the face, divider or not, but she manages to contain the impulse with a deep sigh.

“Listen, I care little for the idea of challenging The Bastards, but I do care about not looking foolish by losing to a clown and his partner who’s will only be competing in his SECOND ever match. WE are… well, I’m BOB, and you WERE BOB, so maybe have a little self-respect, and let’s put our differences to the side until the end of this, whether that’s the end, or before… We can always settle our differences at a more appropriate time…”

An awkward silence passes.

“You started it… .”

Fury grits her teeth.

“YOU…”

“Yes?”

It was Atara, in Fury’s mind. She started this. She started it when she tried to throw the entire Brotherhood under the bus as a cover for her own failure. For Atara, it was different. It was Fury who betrayed her, attacking Atara’s opponent Alais, who was a potential opponent of BOB for War Games, but only doing so AFTER the result was finalized. Where was the brotherhood and comradery of this group of villains when it came to Atty getting her shit pushed in by the Universal Champion? Maybe Fury takes pause to see the other side of things, or more likely, she lies to get what she wants.

“...Yes, you may be right... “

Miss Fury looks physically ill at even the idea of admitting fault in this situation. Good thing that divider is there!

“MAYBE BOB should have made our move earlier…”

“Like before I had the living daylights knocked out of me!?”

A short pause… This is really tough for Fury… Even if she is lying.

“I… Was only thinking of… Myself. I should have… put... “

“Yes?”

A deep sigh from Fury before she continues.

“There MAY have been a miscalculation in our strategy.”

“Good enough! I agree to your truce!”

Fury’s eyes suddenly light up with a spark!

“Excellent news for us! Terrible news for every other team in this tournament, especially LC PINKSTON and BAM MILLER! Two men that have no idea what it is they are walking into! Even the fractured BOB that stands before them has a far stronger bond than any other team here, save for The Bastards, who are of course both BOB, and the Tag Team Champions! Which Tag Team Championships, you ask? Well, none other than the OCW Tag Team Championships AAAAAAND BOB’s home base of operations, the XWF Tag Team Championships along with their TWENTY-TWO-YEAR HISTORY! In the last few months, nearly every active championship has passed through a member of BOB! Maybe that’s because we have the numbers and it’s just a statistical normality that BOB would hold lots of belts. Or maybe we’re just that good.”

The camera pans back over towards Atara...

TBC

[Deleted]

The raging Aegean sea that were the orbs of the XWF's Grecian Goddess had yet to fully subside back to those picturesque crystal clear blue eyes so often remarked about in the promos across multiple promotions in all the world of wrestling. Slowly they softened has the camera panned to her face, slowly they returned to that image of a sunshine and beaches, of a place Ophelia would maybe post to her Instagram once her idiot boyfriend was ejected from this tournament like Ophelia secretly morning after Lewis' hope of continuing to dumb down the human race and sending it to it's ultimate and inevitable demise.


Atara's rage quelled underneath, all the machinations of her mind hidden behind a false smile and appeasement. She hated Fury, but Jason Cashe had reminded her and he had everyone in this tournament that snakes were still in grass and tag team or not they were all still random individuals, strangers largely to one another, paired with personal reputation at stake should they win or lose. Fury was right and Atara had in her mind that if this was to become a game of chess she would be on the side with the most pieces on the board. Of all the these things you could say about Atara, she was best at look after Numero Uno. Fury knew this. 

Clever girl.

"Hello Doves."

"I think what my less than attractive..."


"I'm sorry, my partner is trying to say is that we are two of the most experienced, well trained, battle tested women in this tournament and whether or not we see eye to eye or on the same page ultimately is no matter in the grand scheme."


"Our opponents are a guy who's biggest asset is ability to drop twitter bombs and let's face facts Dove, had I wanted to Lewis I would have Hiroshima'd your ass back to the MySpace days in that regard which is probably why you stayed off the platform the past week."

The self deprecation thing you've got going on really doesn't do you favors either Lewis so just do yourself a solid and continue to pretend to be eating Ophelia's ass all day when in reality we know your just using your lips to make it look like she has one. Come at me with your bitch list and I'll see you put yourself and her on it."


"Bam, your the only hope this team has yet all I've seen is man hiding his ED and his incapability in the ring behind the mask of alcoholism. You beat Andy Warthog fucking round one, sit down and shut up. Who hasn't beaten Andy Warthog. Who was is partner anyway?"


"Yeah, I went that route because...why bother. My minimal greater than your Maximum. Ask Fury, she knows what I'm talking about and know that we the same page this tournament is all but decided."


"Til next week. Same Atty time, Same Atty Channel!'

[Marcus Welsh]

Appreciate the hustle, Atara...but this promo is 24 seconds late and will not count.