Solace Tatum
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Post by Solace Tatum on Dec 27, 2021 4:33:44 GMT
SECOND NIGHT (January 9th, 2021)
Soft Deadline: 11:59 PM EST, January 2nd, 2021.
-Must RP or will only get 1 RP Total
-Must be cold open (No response to opponent's First RP)
-Failure to post Cold Open/RP before Soft Deadline results in 1 RP max.
Hard Deadline: 11:59 PM EST, January 8th, 2021.
-If you RPed a cold open before soft deadline, you can now post a 2nd and 3rd at any time before hard deadline.
-Remember, if you go over 1 word, your RP will be discounted.
POST YOUR RPS ON THIS THREAD |
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Post by Capello on Dec 31, 2021 13:39:01 GMT
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Post by Ethan Rivers on Jan 3, 2022 3:04:42 GMT
“ The longer I live, the more convinced am I that this planet is used by other planets as a lunatic asylum. ”
- George Bernard Shaw
Stardate: 2022.420.69
A respectable quote relating to time and reflection and a respectable quote relating to to one particular individual flashes along an otherwise blank screen. In a sudden influx, dazzling array of lights reflect around the confines of a small room. Futuristic beeps and boops clamoring in and out of varying musical keys. While Teddy Shaw had left Rivers dwelling on both events and people from the past, Terry Marshall was separate cookie. An explorer embarking on expeditions to the final frontier. If the stars have names it’s only because Terry himself landed on them and named them, one by one, one day at a time. Of course, there’s exceptions to the futuristic star fleet commander. While his mission said forward, much like Shaw, his age and actions spoke backward. A cruel indictment on the passage of time.
“Greetings and salutations earthworm Jims”
An incredibly monotone, slightly computerized voice spoke. Unnatural though concise. Seemingly condescending without an understanding for condescension itself.
Due to the fixed positioning of the stationary camera, a green tinged alien-esque man seemingly ascends from the floor. A blustering hush of smoke following him upward.
“It is “I”, Space Lord-derr, wait. Lemme just double chec-”
The “creature” retrieved a cell phone from its pant pockets. Without any true detective work required, it was clear to deduce that this was Ethan Rivers. Green paint lazily splattered on his face and hands. A toy crown seated atop his head. Sunglasses on, shielding his eyes from the bright lights. After a momentary laps of silence, Ethan returned his gaze to the camera.
“Yes, as I said. I am Space Lord!” he spoke, sliding the cell phone back into the confines of his pocket.
“After 1572 earth years (I will neither elaborate nor show my math) and after hundreds of journeys across the stars, I have found what I’ve been searching for. It is Ethan Rivers.”
Ethan, full mockery engaged, quickly turned with an awkward haste. He began smashing random keys. In a cut clearly added separately in post, A quick high quality clip show plays. All the photos were taken after his prior match against the likes of Ryan McCann, TJ Alexander, Scotty Adams (though his face would be blurred out on purpose) and the multitude of people who competed in the Red Alert pay per view 6 way ladder match.
“Terry. My partner. The cowa-to-my-bunga. The bro-to-my-other. The Hulk to my (1965s) Hogans Heroes, still available on BluRay... Heed my warning. Rivers is extraterrestrial. He’s out of this world. A space cowboy. A wild west gunslinger riding into the Saturn sunset. He’s, uh, he’s….”
“CUT!”
A disgruntled Joshua Attwood would enter into the frame, the rolling cameras entirely stilled. The displeasure in the tone of Attwoods voice was mimicked by Rivers face.
“This is stupid” Ethan would snidely remark.
“It’s stupid is it?”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah it is.”
“Well maybe I wouldn’t have to write the damn promo if you hadn’t gone off like you did in Canada last week!”
Attwoods voice raised high to a holler. The unidentified cameraman and crew decide to evacuate their positions, even if momentarily.
The previous week, Attwood had made arrangements for he and his client, Ethan Rivers, to fly back over from England to London, Ontario, Canada. The hometown, but more importantly, the home promotion and school that the two men had first become acquainted at. London Pro. Ethan had made a stark discovery, or rather, a stark realization about events in the past pertaining to the former promoter. Having a flint of that knowledge lead to Ethans eruption on the microphone in one of their rings. Disavowing both the promoter and promotion. Still, Ethan was entirely unaware of the wrongdoings perpetrated by his own manager, Attwood, in the given issues.
“Its hard to find advertising deals for merchandise when everyones afraid you’ll blow up and denounce their company! You know?” inquired Joshua.
“And this is somehow better?” retorted Ethan.
“What’s wrong with this?”
A quick scan of the sound-stage would showcase a fairly low budget setup. A comical interpretation of a generic sci-fi backdrop and prop.
“It’s satirical” Attwood explained.
“No, what me and Scotty Adams did last week in the promo against Teddy Shaw, THAT was satirical. This is, this is… weird”
“Terry Marshall is a weird guy. A space cadet. A space case. Out to lunch.”
“I don’t why I’m Space Lord, and I’m like, in love with myself?”
“No, you’re in love with Ethan Rivers”
“I AM Ethan Rivers.”
“Right but you’re Space Lord in the promo”
“THIS DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!”
“TERRY MARSHALL DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!”
The fit of confusion had altered itself into a bout of exasperation. The men were to their feet, arms extended upwards, and voices, once more, raised to unreasonable levels.
“Look, I’m not doing this. Let me just...” Ethan grabbed a cloth from a nearby table, out of view of the cameras, and began wiping the cartoonish green paint from his face.
“Do it like I always do, okay? I’m not here to lambaste London Pro. Fuck them. I’m here to speak to Terry Marshall. I’m here to speak about me winning the Ice Crown Tournament”
“Ugh, yes, fine, okay” relented Joshua.
“But I’m going to be apart of this. And can you PLEASE do the shirt gag?”
Ethan averted his gaze from Joshua onto the small stack of three t-shirts on the table. His alien makeup fully removed, Ethan would sigh, before grabbing the shirts and individually putting them on.
“Fine” he spoke, the top t-shirt reading ‘HULK’ in dark green lettering, a photo of the Marvel hero emblazoned on the front.
“But we aren’t going to be going by some stupid script”
“It wasn’t stupid! It was a satirical mockery of-”
Joshua allowed for his voice to fade on the matter. After all, Ethan was none the wiser in regards to what had truly transpired back in London Ontario a few years prior. If he was going to allow all blame to sift over to Arthur Edwards, and Arthur Edwards alone, who was Joshua to question that choice?
“Okay. No script”
“And a different filming location” demanded Ethan.
“Whaaat? Kid, look at this set. Its gorgeous. It’s beautiful. It cost us a few bucks and remember, “I” paid out of pocket for that excursion to London Pro that we didn’t get paid for”
“You paid for?”
“Okay, well, “you” paid for. But all the more reason not to waste any more capital by NOT using the set”
Stagnating the conversation so to allow a brief fleeting moment for silence, Ethan pondered on what Attwood had said. It was logical. Well, it was logical enough anyway. Rubbing his eyes to etract from any minor frustration, Ethan would agree with his manager.
“Yeah fine”.
A smile etched into his sneaky smearing mug, Attwood would loudly clap his hands together.
“Alright crew! Get your asses back in here. Time to shoot this thing!”
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Post by eddawilcox on Jan 3, 2022 3:24:29 GMT
“I know it looks, and sounds, and feels too good to be true. Too goody two-shoes. But trust me, in nature, it’s life or death.“
The scene is in a forest and the voice of Edda Wilcox is heard. It appears to be early morning. A frosty mist covers the grass and a lone bird is heard singing off in the distance. The sun is peaking though a clearing. Edda Wilcox is seen kneeling in the middle of the field. Despite the cold Edda is wearing her battlejacket which is ill equipped to handle temperatures this low. Edda’s visible breath flows out of her mouth as she speaks.
Wilcox: I’m here for a few reasons. One of them connects to how I won my match last week. We’ll get to that later. I’m out here partly because of Allesia Capello. Well let’s go back in time. Really I’m here because of Denise Dimarco. It was cold over here in England. It’s already winter but they decided for some reason to make the inside of the arena cold with wind machines. That surprised me a little. I’m not as used to these cold temperatures, living in Los Angeles and growing up in Texas. Of course I persevered and won against Dimarco, but now I am doing my meditating out here in the cold nature.
The lone bird cries out.
Wilcox: Yes. I hear you.
Wilcox shakes her head.
Wilcox: He should be down south. He’s confused. He’s in the wrong place. But I’m in the right place. Like I said last week, I would win this Ice Crown tournament. I was mocked and ridiculed. It was crazy to suggest a newbie could win this. But here I am one of the top eight. One of the best eight wrestlers in the IIW. All but us 16 were afraid to join this tournament and now it’s halved. So I give Denise credit but now I’m on to Capello. So Allesia. You beat the First Class champ Nova Skye. Yes I noticed that. I guess it was considered a non-title match, lucky for her. But we both know now you’re the real champion. We all saw what happened. But that belt doesn’t matter anyway. This Ice Crown belt is what matters. Yeah, I was ridiculed when I said I would make a belt out of the crown when I win this. Yeah it’s a crown, not a belt. Well the point is that this is whatever I want it to be. I’m not a crown wearing type of girl. I wear belts. I win belts. I’ll win every belt in the IIW eventually. I can’t be stopped. You’re all witnesses.
Wilcox takes a deep breath of the cool morning air.
Wilcox: I’m focused more than at any time of my life. I found what I was missing. I figured something out and it all came together in the ring against Dimarco. So anyway, Allesia, I’m out here in the cold for another reason. I wanted to ask you about the Left Hand. What do you stand for as a part of that group anyway? This is the forest, not a church, not a graveyard. There is life all around me, even if you can’t see it. Plant life, organisms in the dirt below my feet. This is what the left hand path represents to me. An alternative path. Not the corporate, establishment, orthodox world. I’m living life how I was meant to. If the Left Hand is about death and destruction, I have to ask, why?
Wilcox stands up and starts walking. A path in the woods is revealed to the side of the brush. She continues talking as she ducks under some stray branches.
Wilcox: I asked Grimjack about the Left Hand. He got defensive and didn’t want to tell me everything he knew. Of course that just made me more curious. I looked it up online. There are a lot of weird conspiracy theories online about it. Did your leader get arrested and sent to jail for murder? What’s that all about Capello? Well Grimjack said there are many members of the Left Hand but I only see you and Robin Vengeance. That’s it isn’t it? You’re taking it over? Well I like the idea of it. You notice the IIW has the Triumvirate? That’s how I know Robin, we teamed up against them. That’s the GM Tatum, and her two lackeys. Take a look around IIW, it’s pretty obvious who the true threats are. You Capello, you’ll probably be world champ soon, and I’ll probably go after the Evolution championship next after this tournament. I think they should also create a women’s tag team championship and you and Robin should go for that. But the bottom line is this, I want in. I want to join the Left Hand.
She continues walking down the path and comes to several large boulders that overlook a cliff. A frozen lake is below. The sun is fully out now and Wilcox slips a pair of aviator sunglasses out of her jacket pocket.
Wilcox: Of course, I’d want to be on the same page about what the left hand path is. It’s a path that leads you to redemption. Something we all need. We were born sinners. We don’t need to add sin to the world. It has enough. And fine, I get it. You’d likely say no to me, you’re not letting just any rookie join your group. Of course I’m on a winning streak and I just beat Denise Dimarco but still. Well Allesia, surely you would consider that if I beat you I’m worthy to join the Left Hand. You’d have to agree with that right? Well how about making that a stipulation of our match then? I win, I’m in? The reason I want this is simple. I’ve been paying a little attention around the IIW. Wins and losses in matches mean absolutely nothing if you get jumped after the match and injured. And you and Robin are the most powerful women, besides me, in the IIW. It just makes sense. So let’s have a nice clean match and when I win, I’ll continue on in the Ice Crown tournament with you watching my back. I’ll be the Ice Queen, and you will sit at my left hand. I’ll be the Ice Crown champion, and you can take on the Premier Champion Nova Skye. They’ll need to give you a rematch with her for the belt. And that will from now on be considered the secondary belt.
She continues walking away from the cliff. Following the path she comes across a wooden sign that indicates the parking lot is that way.
Wilcox: The last time I was here in England was five years ago. I was on tour with my band. I played guitar and bass at different times in the band but I remember those days being inspired by the long bus ride through the english countryside. The road was very bumpy and the syncopated beat of the road mixed with the blind night inspired many bass riffs for me, and I couldn’t help think about how other bands in the past must have been inspired in the same way. I surely wasn’t the first. Taking this left path isn’t new, we’re not the first. But the end of the path will be different for different people. I will follow someone, but that someone will only be Mother Nature. All around us. Not some criminal murderer in jail. No matter what he promises.
Wilcox gets to the parking lot where her rented Honda CRV sits. The scene fades out as she is starting her car.
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Post by Capello on Jan 7, 2022 13:42:22 GMT
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