Solace Tatum
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Post by Solace Tatum on Dec 11, 2021 14:45:51 GMT
 RP RULES:
3 Roleplay MAX, 5K Word Limit per RP.
(5001 words = Disqualification)
FIRST NIGHT (December 26th, 2021)
Soft Deadline: 11:59 PM EST, December 19th, 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, December 25th, 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. |
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Post by eddawilcox on Dec 20, 2021 4:01:19 GMT
“I’m glad to sit at the right hand of Satan”
-Walter Cronkite
Every Queen needs a crown.
Edda Wilcox has spent the last week meditating. Doing yoga. She has decided she has trained enough but the only thing holding her back now is concentration. Her two losses were in multi-woman matches including the battle royal at Noreaster. She had tried to put on a bold front but the truth was she had been worried about how she would compete against six other women. In the fog of war random things happen. She couldn’t concentrate and watch her back at the same time.
Edda is in the bar’s back room sitting in a padamasana position, also known as the Lotus position. She has been sitting like this for hours. Faint sounds of the bar patrons are heard, playing pool and laughing about mundane details. Edda stopped hearing those hours ago. It is the drone of life and it drifts away into the ether. The goal was to think of nothing else besides winning the tournament until December 26th. The holidays are a busy time of year but Edda had no family to go home to, no one to shop for Christmas presents for. She had family but they weren’t on speaking terms. This was to be a present for herself. Besides winning meaningless wrestling matches, she was determined to gain clarity of mind for herself, something she hadn’t really had in over ten years. Her concentration was meant to keep her from thinking about that night. In the past she played music to forget, more recently she trained and wrestled to keep from thinking about it, but none of these things were working anymore. So she has turned to eastern philosophy. Not moving, not thinking, just being. Solitary confinement in her own skull. It’s own sort of suffering which brings ultimate understanding.
“Are you done?
Edda’s concentration is broken by Grimjack’s entrance to the back room. His sandals make the loud sound of rubber on wood on the floor.
Grimjack: I said, are you-
Wilcox: Yeah I am, thanks a lot.
Grimjack: Yeah well meditating is great but you have a lot to work on.
Wilcox: I know I do and that’s what meditating is supposed to help.
Grimjack: I never got into that.
Wilcox: It might have helped. You have some mental issues.
Grimjack: What?
Wilcox: You talk to yourself.
Grimjack: Let me worry about that. It helps me think. You’re talking to yourself in your mind.
Wilcox: That’s not the same thing. You talk to someone. Like Green Goblin.
Grimjack: Did you see the new Spider-Man?
Wilcox: Yeah I pirated it.
Grimjack: That’s cool. Do you still have it?
Wilcox: Yeah it’s on my laptop. You can watch it. Hey, I have a question.
Grimjack: Go ahead.
Wilcox: After the battle royal last week, Allesia Capello helped Robin Vengeance beat up Lauren Edwards.
Grimjack: Yeah so?
Wilcox: Then they put their hands up and a symbol of a hand showed on main screen.
Grimjack: Don’t worry about that.
Wilcox: I think Robin Vengeance is starting a new stable with Allesia. Instead of being in that Romeo group you talked about. Maybe I could-
Grimjack: You stay away from the Left Hand!
Wilcox: What? Why? I was teaming up with Robin, I think she’s pretty good. And Allesia seems pretty tough too.
Grimjack: Look just trust me on this one. They’re not starting it. The Left Hand already existed. I was tipped off and knew they were going to show up. Just Allesia made a move but there were other ones in the crowd.
Wilcox: Other ones? Who else?
Grimjack: Killers. Crazy people.
Wilcox: How do you know? What are you talking about?
Grimjack: I just know ok. Don’t you know what the left hand means? That’s evil. Satan worshipping shit. Look, I’m going back to check on the bar, we can train later. You have a match with Dimarco in the tournament. You need to watch tape on her, and spar and train the real way, not this meditating nonsense. Unless you want to get your ass kicked again.
Grimjack walked out slamming the door. Edda wondered what he was so upset about. There was something he wasn’t telling her. He said the Left Hand were evil but she knew it wasn’t so simple. It was Vamachara in Sanskrit. It was an unorthodox method of Buddhism which she had already studied years ago. She had also gotten into Hinduism after getting into the Beatles. You had to balance your left and right hands, and in truth you hand to balance your dharma wheel. You had more than just two arms, like Krishna. Edda wondered if Robin and Allesia believed all this, and that’s what the Left Hand was about. Obviously it wasn’t some evil, Satanic thing. That was silly. She would get to the bottom of this.
Grimjack was a smart man but so far his methods of training were not working. She needed a new outlook, an unorthodox approach. That’s all it was. If something isn’t working, you try something else. Edda didn’t know who Denise Dimarco was. She would figure that out later. Instead she would win the match now, before it’s even begun. The ice crown would be perched upon her head.
Could she trust Grimjack? He was keeping secrets. It was odd how he reacted so angrily to the Left Hand but then didn’t want to discuss it. Edda knew he was a good wrestler but didn’t know much more about him. But she had to stay on his good side so he would keep training her, not to mention letting her have a place to stay here. IIW didn’t pay very much, especially to someone who keeps losing, and they seemed to be having trouble with their Netflix deal. She’d need to win this Ice Crown tournament in order to then be able to demand a raise. It would be tough but she knew it was possible if she was in the right frame of mind. Or maybe the left frame of mind.
She was on the right side of the bracket though, and if she beat Denise Dimarco, she would face the winner of the match between Nova Skye and Alessia Capello. Maybe then she could find out what was going on with Alessia. She couldn’t lose though. That would be too far off the spectrum of an ancient road. |
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Post by denisediamond on Dec 20, 2021 4:02:58 GMT
Denise DiMarco is in an oddly positive mood after losing in the triple threat for the Evolution Title. All smiles while roaming the backstage area with her ride or die; perhaps what’s being seen is a severe case of delusion rather than joy. Regardless, it’s a much better situation for the crew and talent around her that her spirits are high rather than going on a demented rampage over the loss. Joining the egotistical pair to celebrate the pay-per-view appearance are some recognizable influencers. Well… recognizable to someone that actually cares about that kind of stuff. As the chatter goes on, it becomes clear that the only thing keeping Denise together is the fact that an appearance in a pay-per-view means an uptick in merchandise sales and follower count no matter the outcome.
“And still, your Diamond Champion, DENISE DIMAAAARCOOOOOOO! Hahahahaha!!!!” the pink-haired socialite shouts, unstrapping the glittery butterfly belt from her waist. She lifts it up high in the air, and brings about a roaring cheer from the infiltrating group of Instagram models. Likely, they don’t even know that this isn’t an official and regulated title. To them, it’s still a huge accomplishment.
The group is pretty much taking over the entire space as they walk about backstage. Someone even managed to slip a silver platter of filled champagne glasses as contraband, passing them around for the boisterous group to enjoy amongst themselves. Denise is not sure if this is considered to be against the rules or not, but knows one thing for certain; that she has the power and leniency to bend some. Taking a champagne glass for herself, Denise takes a good swig of the bubbly beverage and sighs. This is what she’s needed for a good while now. A break from the ring and a night out with her besties does a girl good, and Denise is determined to go all out tonight. Pushing through talent and backstage personnel, Denise heads to the parking lot to meet the limousine she rented earlier in the night. All of the girls huddle inside of the luxurious vehicle, and Denise obviously takes the seat right beside Tali.
“You looked great out there and had a lot of shining moments. You’re a brand and a real celebrity unlike Steph, so having those memorable parts in the match matter way more in the long run than winning some ugly title belt,” Tali says with a smile. She pats Denise on the back just in case her friend needs some assurance, and simply isn’t showing her true emotions.
Denise looks completely fine though. She’s all changed up in a dress that’s perfect for a night out at the bar, and has been all smiles after since stepping inside of the limo’s spacious interior. Everyone actually seems to be completely content with the results except Tali, who is quick to make excuses as to why winning the Evolution Championship wasn’t important in the first place. Tali is about to say something else, but Denise cuts her off and adds her piece to the conversation instead.
“Oh, I already know that! I’m slaying the trending page on virtually every social media ever, and Kylie Jenner even reposted my entrance and called me one of her good friends in the caption. Tonight has been so good for my engagement,” she removes Tali’s hand from her shoulder. With care though, because she isn’t doing it to be malicious. She truly is okay with losing. Flicking her hair, she turns to face one of her nameless influencer friends to talk to them instead.
Tali almost appears to be out of place in this scenario, and is just now recognizing that to be true. These people are not her friends, but are instead friends that she made for Denise through the connections that she helped build. It’s a weird feeling… but the slight pout on her face registers as her wanting to be anywhere else but there. The frustrating part is that Denise isn’t even paying enough attention to notice the change in her expression so she could ask about it and see what’s wrong with her. With the Ice Crown tournament coming up, she has a decision to make on whether or not to disturb the training leading up to the first night by laying her grievances out on the table.
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