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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2021 14:07:02 GMT
Women's World Title Tournament First RoundSINGLES MATCH
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2021 5:45:26 GMT
The scene opens up outside the front entrance area of a budget hotel. Cora Black is shown wearing black tights, a block crop top covered by a puffy black jacket and, and a black choker necklace. Her hair is draped behind her shoulders and flowing to one side from the windy, cold weather near the IIW arena. She's standing by the curb of the vehicle check in parking space with luggage on the ground in front of her. Cora has her cell phone in her hand, and looks to be reading something very closely.
A black truck pulls up next to Cora and stops. Cora remains focused on her phone. The driver side door opens up and Rogue gets out, walking around the backside of the truck. Rogue walks up to Cora and lovingly puts his hand on top of her head and gives her a little wiggle.
Cora - This is great news.
Rogue - It is. You see who your opponent is?
Cora - I did. Melissa Mitchell.
Rogue - Yeah. You nervous?
Cora - More like excited.
Rogue - Haha. When I first met you, your confidence with everything surprised me. Ya know? Now that I've known you over three years, it doesn't surprise me much anymore. Now, it just makes me realize how special you are.
Cora stops looking at her phone and looks up into Rogue's eyes.
Cora - I love you.
Rogue - I love YOU. Let's get our stuff back to the arena. We have a little time to prepare you for this chick.
Cora - I'm ready.
Rogue laughs and nods.
Rogue - Oh, I know. You're always ready.
They grab the luggage from the ground and load it up into the back of the truck. Rogue tosses Cora the keys, and she catches them with one hand, smiling.
Rogue - You drive. You're in total control girl.
Cora - Haha. Got it.
Cora walks around the front of the truck and makes her way into the driver side door, and puts the keys in the ignition. Rogue finishes loading up the luggage and hops in the passenger seat. Cora drives the truck out of the hotel parking lot.
Rogue - Ever since I first met you, you had this undeniable confidence. If you found things you loved or enjoyed, you'd get really obsessed with them and quickly pick them up. You did it with wrestling for sure. I know I only have a few years on you in the ring, but I'll do everything I can to help get you prepared.
Cora - Rogue, you are the same way. You find things and get obsessed too. My confidence grows from being around yours.
Rogue - Nahh. Nahh.... I appreciate that, Cora, but you're on a completely other level. You absorb things much better than I do. You're beyond a quick learner. You've only had one match on Combat so far in IIW and everyone already looks on at you in awe. There's something special about you. You have IT.
Cora - Rogue, thank you. But we both have IT.
Rogue - We might. But you're the head chick in the IIW locker room. You're already there. And you're just about to be twenty-two years old. I'm thirty and I'm still climbing. This tournament has your name written all over it.
Cora - well they didn't slide me an easy for round match. I've seen this girl fight in MMA. She fights with fire and tenacity. However, she's basically an infant in the wrestling world. She rode her Dad's coattails to get into IIW. Wrestling is MY thing. MMA is different. I'm going to have to make her uncomfortable in there, which is what I plan on doing.
Rogue - Exactly. You already know. She can fight, but can she wrestle with you? That's a totally different thing, and you're going to teach her some hard lessons comes Ignition.
Cora, using her left hand, grips onto the top of the steering wheel while driving. She puts her other hand in Rogue's hand.
Cora - I'm happy to have you by my side. I'm happy to be by your side. Together, got this.
Rogue and Cora nod and smile at one another.
Rogue - Were just gonna take this stuff back to the arena, unpack, then go do some training. This is the opportunity you've been waiting for. We aren't leaving anything to chance in there. We plan for everything.
Cora - We plan for everything. Always. All scenarios.
Rogue smirks.
Cora - What? (She says smiling)
Rogue - You just already know. Like I said, you're beyond being a fast learner. Give yourself another year, and you'll be the one giving me advice and guiding me.
Cora - I'll believe it when it happens. For now, my sights are set on Melissa Mitchell, and this tournament. Outside of watching her MMA fights, I don't know a know a thing about her.
Rogue - She's being trained by Blade Alexander and The Commander. They both have experience no doubt, but having experience yourself and being trained by others with experience are two vastly different things. You are going to be a ring general in there and control everything that happens.
Cora - Rogue?
Rogue - Cora?
Cora - Where do you get the confidence in me?
Rogue - I've seen you go from a young eighteen year old woman with a light in her eyes, to a badass twenty-one year old that demands respect and catches all eyes every time she enters a room or walks down a hallway. People aren't just born like that. You worked until you became undeniable. Like I said, your confidence gives me confidence.
Cora - When you beat Stoner, and I beat Melissa Mitchell, we are going to celebrate. I'm taking you somewhere to show my appreciation. Let's go camp in the rainforest or something. Sleep in a palm tent in the middle of a thunderstorm. Something badass like that.
Rogue - Let's do it. Work now, play later.
Cora squeezes onto Rogue's hand.
The scene fades out showing the truck drive off.
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The scene opens up in the small, dark, candle-lit room we've come used to seeing Cora in. Cora steps into the center of the room, illuminated by the candles. She's wearing her all black wrestling gear with white witch symbols, her face is painted all white and she's wearing red contact lenses. She puts her hands on her hips and annoyingly looks into the camera.
Cora - Melissa Mitchell. How nice of you to use your daddy Bobby Mitchell to get you into the IIW with zero experience. Must be nice having everything handed to you.
Cora sits in a small black chair and the camera pans down to see her crossing her legs.
Cora - You have one thing going for you.... the fact that nobody knows anything about you, other than you thriving MMA career that you decided to up and leave for wrestling for some reason. Good for you, girl. Stepping out of your comfort zone I guess? Testing yourself?.... Well you got matched up with the wrong girl for all of that....
Cora giggles.
Cora - In MMA theres strict rules to be followed, that are hard to break. In my world, I can do whatever I want, and I know how to get away with it. I will beat you however I have to.
You're going to feel my Sinful Desire. You're going to feel my Unforgivable Sin. You're going to feel WHATEVER IT TAKES!
Cora puts his pointer finger over her lips.
Cora - Ssshhhh.... you asked for this....
The scene fades out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2021 17:01:45 GMT
Cora and Rogue are shown laying out on beach chairs next to a fancy pool area in downtown Orlando, Florida. Rogue is wearing black Hurley board shorts with his shirt off, enjoying the sun. Cora is wearing a black bikini bottom and top, face down on her chair with her face buried into her beach towel. Rogue leans over and gives Cora's ass a slap.
Cora - Baby!
Rogue - Aw c'mon you can't just have your hot ass hanging out like that and expect me to not play with it. We're here to celebrate after all.
Cora - We've been doing a lot of celebrating lately. Fine, go ahead. Slap my ass.
Cora turns her face towards Rogue, using her right hand to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight. Rogue leans over again and grabs a hold of one of her ass cheeks and squeezes it.
Rogue - Atta girl.
Cora laughs and Rogue enjoys what he has in front of him.
Cora - After spending the last three days training for Mitchell and watching you go out there and make it past Stoner, I'm just ready to get this shit over with now. Thanks for all the help, and you beating Hilm like that really gave me some extra motivation.
Rogue - We help each other. You helped me with Hilm. I'm helping you with Mitchell. When are are always there for each other, there's nothing that can really stop us. Up from here. That's all.
Cora - Right. Up from here.
Rogue - And you opponent haven't even shown her face yet.
Cora - Because she's scared. I can feel it.
Rogue - You can feel it?
Cora - Absolutely. I feel it in the air. Her fear. She's staying quiet on purpose. She's not ready and she knows it.
Rogue - You may be right. Just be prepared for everything. Like we talked about.
Cora - Always.
Rogue stands up and lifts Cora off of her pool chair as she starts laughing and flailing her arms and legs.
Cora - Rogue! No!
Rogue hoists her over his shoulder and runs straight into the pool with her. Cora comes up from under the water and splashes water at Rogue.
Cora - I just straightened my hair!
Rogue - Aw, c'mon.
Rogue and Cora smile at each other and kiss.
The scene ends.
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Post by Bob Mitchell on Apr 6, 2021 1:06:17 GMT
Hours after Mayhem, near the office of Bob Mitchell.
The Establishment are still licking their wounds after being jumped by Jonny C. They, especially Bob are visibly shaken, but not stirred. Bob Mitchell: It's not enough hours ago I go out there in front of the world to try to talk some sense into the World Champion to do what's right, but then I get blindsided and lambasted by that pompous Osh Vaughn and then get back-stabbed by that idiot attention whore Jonny C, but now when we're here trying to regroup you're going to get all up in my face for what?
The cameraman mumbles something to Bob and swings the camera towards the wall for a moment before back at Bob who looks less than thrilled. Bob Mitchell: That's how's it's going to be is it? You're just dying to get a promo for Ignition right this minute huh? Fine. Baby girl you get up here front and center...
Melissa Mitchell pushes past the boys up front next to her father and acting manager. Bob Mitchell: Just take on look at that mug and tell me I really need to cut a promo right now.
The camera zooms in on Melissa's face. Beautiful with her dark eyes and jet black hair, but there's a deep malice simmering just below the surface. Bob Mitchell: You think there's a single woman in that locker room that's not deathly afraid of this woman? I had to sweet talk her out into taking some time out of her MMA career to come here and make a LOT of money on Netflix beating up any other woman who steps in her way. Brazilian Jiujitsu, Judo, Greco-Roman Wrestling, this woman has every tool needed to be a winner. She's got size, she's got experience and she has a mean streak a mile long. So tell me what have I really got to promote here? Take a look at that woman she's against on the debut episode of Ignition, Cora Black. A women who wants to believe she's some sort of leader because she's had exactly ONE match on Combat. Wow. She's been half trained by a guy who's still looking to make any mark on this business and he's been training for three years. She's young, just young enough to still be dumb. Dumb enough she let this guy, this double her age looking pervert who's trained her and she doesn't even know the only reason why she's still hanging around with him is she went and got herself a bad case of Stockholm Syndrome. Why else would she see anything in him? Has he helped her career? Well he dragged her in here, so I guess so.
She's run her mouth about paying her dues and earning her way, but really she just rode in on the same coattails that carry her everywhere because he likes her tail. Meanwhile Melissa is here because I hired her right? Not at all because he fought and got herself an international reputation as a badass and has been training with 2 guys who are legitimate champions in IIW. While she's been busy being the underage arm candy of some strung out hardcore burn out, Melissa has been working hard in every sort of gym she could find from the top fighters on the planet. On one hand you've got some preteen goth who carries around a little coffin prop she bought at the dollar store so she can have little handmade tarot cards like my Great Aunt Deboutha who tried telling fortunes, on the other is a highly trained, highly motivated top level championship athlete. I invite Cora and her little #MeToo perpetrating boyfriend want to try and pull that childish card spilling BS on Melissa on Ignition then go ahead and try it. Not only is your little boy toy going to have the rightful IIW Tag Team Champions in her corner, and if we get some idiot ref that wants to turn a blind eye to all the monkey business that the two of you need to pull of to get a win because neither of you bothered to learn the difference between a wrist lock and a wrist watch then you're going to find a ref looking for new employment before anyone can count to 3.
The two of you might be riding on some big high, living life at the top because you're both doing well, but you know, follow in Rogue's lead. See Rogue is a guy who's inflating your ego because he wants in your pants, but he knows full well his place. Milling around with guys like Stoner. That's where he belongs. He thinks he's so smart because he gave up the Hardcore Title just to prove a point... You know what proves points? Not just winning championships but keeping them too. That's what people that I manage do.
But since we're on the topic of your pants, do you own any real pants? It's been bothering me for weeks. Every time you show up you're dressed in ring gear, like you think some wrestling match is going to break out at any moment, or maybe you just don't own any. Rogue does seem to me like the kind of guy who would take all of the money you make as a “fee” so that he can keep you running around, beholden to him in spandex 24/7. Again, if you ever want to get away from whatever situation you're in there, my office isn't hard to find. There's room in The Establishment for a journey-woman wrestler. We can get you away from that idiot and get you some proper training and see what you're really worth in the ring. But if you're still in shock, still stuck in some poor mental state in that thing you call a relationship, believing every lie that fool tells you then fine. Keep holding hands with losers. Show up to Ignition and be treated first hand to what your place in IIW really is. You're not a locker room leader, you're no odds on favourite. You're fodder. You're the lamb heading to slaughter. Thursday night on Ignition this woman right here is going to introduce you to what it really means to be a woman, what it's really like to be a champion.
He's red in the face, not just from the ranting promo, but also the events of the last 24 hrs. Bob Mitchell: But it's fine, it's fine. Tell yourself you're as bad as the company you keep tries to convince you. Tell yourself that this woman would ever have fear in her heart. If that's what you need to tell yourself to get you into the ring on Thursday without soiling the one set of wrestling gear you own that's fine and dandy. Just prepare yourself for a rough dose of reality. I raised that woman from the time she was born and I can tell you first hand she's without fear. There's not a woman in IIW that can stand toe to toe with her and not tremble, and that includes you little girl. Unlike you and Rogue who view just making it to IIW as some bar of success that you have reached, this woman here has higher standards, she has my standards to not just meet but exceed. If you don't bring home the Women's Championship then that letch you spend your time with is going to give you a kiss on the cheek, a slap on the ass and tell you “better luck next time”, if she Melissa doesn't live up to our expectations and doesn't bring home the title then she's out of the group and out of IIW, and believe me... There's NO WAY that's going to happen.
Fade.
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