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Post by Allura Desmonds on Dec 13, 2018 0:08:42 GMT -5
Sixth Match
Tag Team Championship Match
Cage Match
The Social Graces vs Watley’s
Match Description: Cage wrapped in Christmas Lights
RP Limit: 1 Per Person, or 1 Per Team
Deadline:12/26/18 at 11:59pm eastern time
Grace Period: 12/28/18 at 11:59pm eastern time
Good Luck
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Post by machinematt on Dec 18, 2018 13:22:04 GMT -5
OOC: *BiggML used with permission from his handler, Michael Lewis*
The scene opens inside a very messy hotel suite in down town Las Vegas, Nevada. The smells of rubber, alcohol, marijuana, flesh, and sweat fill the room and hangs like a dense fog. The camera pans down to a naked BiggML lying face-down on the cold, marble floor. His naked butt cheeks stick out amongst a pile of nude women, feathers, and Solo cups. The camera pans out to show more of the room, a chicken runs by, clucking and flapping its feathers. Glittery and sequenced dresses and masks are scattered all over the floor, evidence of Show Girls having attended what appears to be quite a party in the suite of the Coalition League of International Tamers.
RJ Watley sits up out of nowhere, filling most of the frame. His hair a wild mane of tangles and knots. He rubs his eyes, blinking hard into the morning sunlight pouring in from the windows and glass balcony doors. He sniffs the air. He sniffs his fingers and recoils. He then sniffs his upper lip twice and shrugs.
RJ: Jesus….
RJ Watley cups his hands over his eyes and forehead, trying to gain awareness. He carefully removes a sleeping woman’s arm from across his lap and stumbles to his feet. Desperately trying not to fall over, he grabs hold of a pillar, steadying himself.
RJ: My God, my mouth tastes like shit and vagina…
Rubbing his eyes some more, RJ stumbles around the room, desperate to find a bathroom. He reaches for the handle of a nearby door, but the door swings open before he can touch the handle. JJ Watley steps out of the bathroom, fully awake and wearing a red velvet robe. His blonde hair tied back into a bun. JJ takes a puff of his pipe. Bubbles spill over the edge of the pipe, some floating into the air around him.
JJ: Good morning good sir! Sleep well?
RJ: Dude, not so loud, damn…my head is going to explode…out of my way…
RJ stumbles past his brother and into the bathroom. JJ turns and stands in the doorway. RJ holds both hands on the wall above the toilet as he begins to urinate.
RJ: How do you not feel like death right now?
JJ: I came…a lot. It clears my head when I cum, you should try it sometime.
RJ shoots his brother an annoyed look.
RJ: Who the hell are those women out there?
JJ: Ha ha ha…don’t you remember? We were gifted tickets to a show last night. They announced us during intermission and they brought us back stage after. Then BiggML invited the girls back here last night for a party. It was awesome.
RJ Watley slowly shakes his head to state his non-remembering, still urinating.
JJ: Oh yeah bro, there were about 16 women here last night. I handed out Viagra and we started doing shots. Then one thing led to another and it was a straight up sex tornado here last night.
RJ: I feel like my dick’s going to fall off.
JJ: That’s some good times there, bro. BiggML still asleep?
RJ: Yeah
JJ: That dude’s an animal. We tamed some serious strange last night. I got video!
RJ: Jesus….(heave)
RJ Watley, still urinating, vomits into the toilet while standing.
RJ: Damn it, it splashed everywhere, and I think I got some on my dick…
JJ: No, you still have a condom on, that’s your piss spraying and leaking all over the place.
RJ looks down and laughs.
RJ: Oh yeah. Ha ha ha ha I thought I felt something warm…hey look! Some asshole threw up in the toilet!
JJ: That was you, literally, just now.
RJ: Oh. Shit.
RJ Watley flushes the toilet and shoulders past his brother, waving away bubbles from JJ’s pipe. The camera finally surveys the room. The 70” TV shows static and hangs from the wall, crooked. The room is full of sleeping, naked women. Everywhere. The chicken from earlier runs by, surprising RJ, causing him to jump back. The camera pans to the wall between two sets of sliding glass doors leading to a balcony. Sixteen pairs of glittery thongs are pinned to the wall, in varies sizes. The camera glides across the room showing bed sheets wrapped and tied around a pillar in the middle of the room. More bed sheets are tied together, one after the other, leading to and over the balcony outside. The camera follows them and peers over the railing. The makeshift, bed-sheet rope leads to a balcony one floor down where two nude women sleep on an Adirondack chair together. Back inside the suite, more Solo cups, dresses, masks, and C.L.I.T. T-shirts line the hotel suite’s marble floor. A bull horn is shown on the floor along with a Ping Pong paddle, toy truck, an empty pickle jar, and a very wet looking stuffed Gorilla. JJ laughs to himself. RJ continues to look around the trashed suite, confused.
One Show Girl sits alone on a couch, texting from her phone.
RJ: Uh…good morning.
Show Girl: Hm.
JJ: What’s the matter?
Show Girl: He called me “Debbie” last night.
JJ: Who called you “Debbie”?
The Show Girl nods her head in RJ’s direction.
JJ: You dog! For weeks you gave me a hard time for trying to score with Debra Grace and here you are, calling out her name during sex!
The camera pans to RJ’s surprised face.
RJ: Um…sorry about that.
Show Girl: It’s fine, I was just looking to tame some strange myself.
RJ and JJ exchange looks and smile.
JJ: Wow, a female Tamer…
RJ: What’s your name, lovely?
Show Girl: Angel Skinner
.
JJ: You are one of a kind Angel Skinner
.
Angel: You don’t even know.
Angel puts her phone in her clutch purse and stands. She pulls her skirt down a bit, walks over to RJ and kisses him on the cheek. She slaps his bare ass and struts across the marble floor to the door and leaves.
RJ: I’m so confused…
JJ: Don’t be. It’s Vegas baby! Listen, I know last night was a banger, but that’s nothing compared to the party we have planned for Christmas Mourning.
RJ: What are you talking about?
JJ: Our new venture…the C.L.I.T.’s exclusive tail gate party we are doing at every Pay Per View moving forward…N.I.P.P.L.E.
RJ: Did you say Nipple?
JJ: Yes, N.I.P.P.L.E. the Non-Invasive Popular People’s Live Event. We are going to have a special tailgate for ladies, prior to every Pay Per View. Ladies 21 and older are allowed in and they get 50% of drinks and food starting 2 hours before gates open.
RJ: Non Invasive?
JJ: Yeah like, they don’t have to attend, but they can. If they want to make out and show their titties, they can, it’s encouraged but not required. We live in the “Me Too” movement nowadays so stuff like that is totally up to them.
JJ looks into the camera and winks.
RJ: That sounds cool.
JJ: It should, it was YOUR idea. You need to boot and rally…and take a shower. You smell like hot breath and butt hole. We train in three hours.
RJ: Shit, our match…
JJ: Yeah dude, how is it that I’m the one being responsible? We fight the Graces in cage match at Christmas Mourning.
BiggML: Good mornin’ boys!
The camera pans to BiggML, who is completely nude except for the Santa hat that is dangling from and covering his penis.
BiggML: Ho ho ho!
JJ: I see the Viagra is still in full affect….
BiggML: If your erection lasts longer then 4 hours…call more ladies!!! Now excuse me boys, I’m not booked for Christmas Mourning but I got a handicap match that’s about to go down in that room…
BiggML walks past the Watleys and into a bedroom. As the bedroom door slowly closes, four naked women are shown attacking BiggML with pillows giggling.
RJ: The Graces in a cage huh?
JJ: Yes sir, and this time, we’re more than ready. We are rejuvenated, smarter, in better shape, and we’re the hottest thing in wrestling right now. The Watleys are back on top, and the C.L.I.T is ready for some gold! The C.L.I.T. is irritated and is out for blood!
RJ: The Graces DID get complacent…they are more focused on protecting Gunnar Granderson and playing lackey to the Elite Empire then preparing for their biggest Tag Title defense to date.
JJ: That’s the spirit! Curtis and Steven, what you fail to realize is that the Watleys are a boner. An average boner will appear when it’s ready and retire when it’s done. But this boner…
JJ points to himself and his brother.
JJ: …This boner not only has backup, but we also are energized and focused. While you two have been kissing Gunnar’s ass and lining your pockets, my brother and I have trained harder and longer than we ever have before. We’ve got more tail then Hugh Hefner and Stan Lee combined, God rest their souls. We’re following in the footsteps of some of the best strange tamers who’ve ever lived! Before, we were in it for the fame and the accolades, now? Now our intentions and focus are in the right place…to kick ass, take names, and tame strange. In every city. All over the globe. Taking those Tag Team Titles from you will put the Watleys into the stratosphere.
RJ: Amongst the greats…like Wilt Chamberlain, Slater from Saved By the Bell, and the GOAT of taming Strange….the Nature Boy himself. Kiss those Tag Titles goodbye fellas because come Christmas Mourning, there will be no roast beast for you. Just a lump of coal and lube for your hands.
RJ runs back into the bathroom. Vomit noises can be heard.
JJ: You’ve got nowhere to run and hide in the steel cage boys. Your sister won’t be able to help you, and you’re Elite Empire friends won’t either. It’s not about you with them, it’s about Gunnar. You think Gunnar Granderson cares about you keeping your Tag Team titles? Do you think Devin Rogers does? He has his own title to worry about. And Evan Storm? He’s as useful as a limp penis. You two…you two are dealing with the best penised team in all of professional wrestling! At Christmas Mourning, we’ve got just the present for you too…and then we’re going to tag team your sister! Considered her TAMED!
JJ puts his pipe back into his mouth and takes a deep drag. The camera focuses on one of the bubbles and follows it as it slowly falls to the marble floor and pops.
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Post by iowamatt72 on Jan 4, 2019 22:51:47 GMT -5
Deborah Grace can be seen through the lens of a grainy elevator security camera. She’s holding the contracts that “The World’s Greatest” Devin Rogers just gave her for her brothers. As the elevator car reaches the main floor the doors slide open and the camera view shifts to a front facing view. Deborah reaches into the front pocket of her jacket and makes a phone call as she exits the building.
Deborah: Hey, I just finished with the meeting.
The person on the other end of the call responds.
Deborah: Yeah, everything is in place, exactly as we laid it out with Devin when we discussed it. I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.
The person on the other end responds again.
Deborah: I’ll have a water. See you soon.
The scene fades into a shot of the Social Graces seated on a the familiar leather seats of a Private Jet. In front of them a table with what appears to be a couple of glasses of Scotch on it is in front of them. The NCW World Tag Team Championships are leaning on the back of the seat in front of them, shining in the light of the cabin. Steven is wearing his best Charcoal gray suit and is on the phone while Curtis wears his best navy suit. Steven ends his phone call as Curtis sighs and looks annoyed.
Curtis: Where is she?
Steven: She’s on her way. She’ll be here in ten minutes.
Curtis: Seriously?!
Steven: What are you so worked up about? Dude we’re still going to be plenty early.
Curtis: Sorry I’ve just got a lot on my mind with this match coming up with the Watley’s.
Steven: Seriously? Those losers? We’ve dealt with them before and I’m certain we’ll deal with them again at Christmas Mourning.
Curtis: That’s my point, I’m just so tired of the Watley’s, it’s like no matter what we do we can’t get those degenerates out of our lives. I mean what’s it going to take for us to finally be rid of them for good?
Steven laughs.
Steven: You’re right, they are nothing but a couple of fully grown High School students who think the only measure of success in this life is seeing how many women they can sleep with. It’s really pathetic, how they treat women.
Curtis: And the way they talk about Deborah, you’d think they were raised in some kind of trailer park or something yet the fans just eat it up.
Steven: Who cares about the NCW Fans, all they ever want to see is hard core, gimmick matches that make little to no sense. I mean look at Devin’s match for example, he is defending his Eternal Championship in a Christmas tree match. Who the hell thought that was a good idea?
Curtis: Apparently Allura.
Steven: Well it’s a ridiculous idea, that someone the caliber of Devin should not be subjected to, but it doesn’t surprise me. And look at our match, a cage match, another chance for the Watleys to injure us by using the steel structure to their advantage. But as always we have a plan.
Curtis: And it’s a fool proof one at that. But should something go wrong, and one of us get injured at the hands of those reckless low lifes, we’ll hit NCW with a lawsuit so big, Allura will have no choice but to give up her shares in the ownership stake to us and the Elite Empire will be in full control of this company.
The Brothers laugh in unison as they both grab their glasses and take a drink from their glasses.
Curtis: Ahhhhhh, that is some good stuff!
Steven: Only the finest for the Elite Empire. It’s from Gunnar’s private stock.
The two gentlemen finish the small amount of alcohol in their glasses savoring the flavor for an extra few seconds before swallowing the liquid. They lower the glasses to the table.
Curtis: But who am I kidding, we already have full control of this company. I mean think about it, after Christmas Mourning Gunnar will be Pinnacle World Champion again, Devin will still be Eternal heavyweight champion and well as for us, we’ll still be on top of the Tag Team Division, we’ll have all the gold; well all the gold that matters anyway.
Steven: You’re right, and the best part is, once we’ve put on a wrestling clinic and conquered the Watley’s once and for all, there is no one else for us to face, we’ve beaten everyone, we’ll ride off into the sunset as the greatest tag team in the history of NCW.
Curtis chimes in.
Curtis: What about MK one twent…….. Oh wait…
The brothers look at each other and share a laugh again.
Steven: Yeah, they’re about as much of a threat as Frostbite and his wiffle ball bat are to Devin.
Curtis: You’re right, what about the Cosmic Connection?
Steven: Do they still work here? Who knows what they’re doing anymore, they’re probably in some alternate reality universe where they ride unicorns and talk to aliens. Seriously, there is not a single team left for us to compete with in this company, but I’m sure some johnny come lately team will pop up out of nowhere, talk a big game, say everything the fans want to hear, and then when end their fairytale they’ll pack up their things and leave like the rest of the teams who weren’t on our level.
Steven looks out the window and notices a car pulling up.
Steven: She’s here.
The camera shifts to a shot of the outside of the plane as the driver opens the door and Deborah exits the limousine carrying the files that Devin Rogers gave her. The flight crew unloads her bags from the trunk. The camera follows Deborah as she saunters toward the stairs of the plane and a Granderson Banking Logo can be seen on the fuselage of the plane. Deborah enters the plane as the camera shifts to the interior of the plane.
Curtis: It’s about time.
Deborah: Shut Up! I’m sure you guys enjoyed your time without me.
Steven: We did, we were just discussing our match at Christmas Mourning.
Deborah looks as if she is ill, her cheeks puff out and she swallows hard.
Deborah: Sorry I think I just threw up in my mouth. Even the thought of those two disgusting pigs makes me feel like i’m gonna vomit.
Curtis: Don’t worry after Christmas Mourning they won’t be an issue anymore.
Steven: Here’s the best part, it’s a steel cage match so when they try to get out of the wrestling clinic we’ll be putting on, they’ll have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. It gives us an opportunity to show the world one more time that we are without a doubt the best team in the entire industry.
No one can touch us, certainly not the Watleys.
Curtis: Watleys, perhaps you should pull your heads out of your asses and focus, because at this rate after we’re done showing you what it’s like to actually wrestle and not flip around the ring and do a bunch of gymnastics moves, you’ll realize that we set the standard in Neo Championship Wrestling, a standard that you will never be anywhere near as competitors in the ring. And maybe, just maybe you'll go back to the trailer park you came from, but most importantly we’ll continue our reign as NCW World Tag Team Champions, maintaining our place at the top of the Tag Team Hierarchy!
The Trio laughs as Deborah settles into her seat and they prepare for take off as the screen fades to black.
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