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Post by Henry Saxon on Sept 1, 2018 4:44:32 GMT -6
All Promos are due September 10, 2018
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Post by Stacy Ruin on Sept 10, 2018 4:28:10 GMT -6
Stacy Ruin walks the streets of Scottsdale, AZ with her twin Debbi and younger sister Melissa as the Ruin’s shop and hangout in the downtown area. Debbi has been wanting to walk the downtown area for a few days now but has been waiting on Stacy.
Stacy has been busy getting ready for her tag team match with Debbi as they next take on John Fucking Blade and Rosanna Richens, but Stacy also has another match to get ready for as a few days before the tag team match she will be taking on Nathalie Kavanaugh.
Nathalie makes her debut in this very match. Stacy knows the new wrestler to join the ranks will be trying to make a name for herself.
Debbi: Hey let's go in here and check out what’s new.
Stacy looks at the Bed Bath and Beyond sign and agree as she can always find a lotion shampoo that smells really good to buy.
Stacy: Let’s go.
Debbi holds the door for Melissa and Stacy as they walk inside. Melissa grabs Stacy by the hand to force her to go with her as she wants to go check out any new bath soaps.
Debbi: Wait for me!
Debbi says as she holds the door for a couple who happen to walk in after her sisters.
Melissa: Oh looks like they have a new scented bath soap. Hope it smells good.
Melissa says as she lets go of Stacy’s hand and takes a bottle of the new soap from the shelf to take a smell.
Melissa: Smells good to me, what do you think?
Stacy: I think Nathalie Kavanaugh stands o chance against me.
Melissa: I agree, but I was talking about this soap not your match on Showdown.
Debbi: What you got there Melissa?
Debbi asks as she manages to catch up to them.
Melissa: A new scented bath soap. You like?
Stacy and Debbi take a whiff and say yes at the same time.
Melissa: It’s settled then, I picked it out, one of you buy it and we say it's from the three of us.
Debbi: Huh?
Melissa: Mother said this morning that she was looking for… never mind, you two never listen anyways.
Stacy: Sorry, I have a lot on my mind?
Debbi: Like what?
Stacy: Like how will I beat the new girl. Should I make her tap or just get the 1,2,3.
Debbi: You think it will be that easy?
Stacy: About as easy as that slut who is marrying John Blade.
Melissa: Hey! That is my friend you speak of.
Stacy: Oh really?
Debbi: Yeah Melly, is she really your friend?
Melissa: Well for work purposes, yes she is.
Stacy: Well, she is still a slut.
Melissa: Maybe, but wrong match dum dum, focus on that bimbo you have to face on Showdown instead.
Stacy: She is not a bimbo, she is a rookie trying to make a name for herself. No different than Debbi and I last year, no different than you in NLW Melly.
Melissa: Still a bimbo.
Debbi: Are we in the 1980’s or something?
Stacy: No why?
Debbi: Just wondering, like who says bimbo in 2018?
Melissa: Whatever, you know I’m right.
Stacy: No Melissa, you are wrong. She's a lovely girl wanting to make an impact.
Melissa: Don’t defend that ring rat.
Stacy: Will you stop, she is a sweet girl who has done nothing to you. Like the three of us, she is here to make a name for herself. Lie the three of us, she loves to go out to the ring and preform.
Yet, you want to bash her without ever meeting her. You act like she is this bad person. Stop judging everyone all the time and get to know her instead.
Melissa: Look who’s taking, you bash Chanelle, calling her a slut but you don’t know her.
Stacy: That's different.
Melissa: How so?
Stacy: How so,how about the fact that she is a slut, she sleeps with anyone willing to say hi to her. Man or women, she is a slut.
Melissa: Whatever, I guess I’ll pay for the soap, you two can figure out what to get mom n your own.
Stacy: I will be giving mother a victory as there is nothing more she would like then for me to get a win over Nathalie Kavanaugh.
Debbi: I know you can do it.
Stacy: I know I can as well.
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Post by sparrow on Sept 10, 2018 21:56:27 GMT -6
“Um like, hi. I’m Nathalie.”
The cameras open up to see a curtained set, a singular chair seated in the center of it, with an occupant that Honor Wrestling hadn’t been quite honestly introduced to yet. This “Nathalie” girl, she had her hair in two ponytails on the sides of her head, save for the length that hung down across her torso, covering her electric pink colored tank top (although not particularly well).
“Sooooo,” she draws the word out as she looks at the camera with a smile that screams falsity, but it doesn’t seem to phase her. “I’m totally new to this whole big world of wrestling -- well, I mean, I tore through the fuckin’ indies in Colorado. How could you argue that wrestling at six thousand feet could be anything but more enduring than like, training in like Florida? Or I mean like, Scottsdale, Arizona.”
With a flick of her hair, she rolls her eyes, pursing her lips a little bit in one of the most typical, arrogant displays reminiscent of a cheerleader.
“So like, when I got my contract signed with Honor Wrestling, I was told that I was going to have a challenge. I can’t like, really say this is going to be a challenge. I mean, look at me...I’m five foot six, completely and utterly gorgeous.” Pleased with herself, she shrugs her shoulders a little and lifts her head higher. “I mean, look at me. Baby Spice has nothin’ on me, and honestly, neither does this ugly motherfuckin’ chick named Stacy Ruin. I mean, like, what in the hell have you done that’s any decent in Honor? If you look back even like five months, the Ruin Sister -- not just Stacy -- happened to win one match and that was simply because the other team won by disqualification. If I could have like, a cheap win, I don’t even have to like, win by disqualification. Because I know this chick is gonna come at me and think I’m this little vapid blonde that has no ability to argue her way or fight her way through someone who has been...well, like, shit since they entered this company.”
She pauses, shrugs her shoulders again and curls her fingers around a lock of her hair, biting her lip.
“I mean, I could totally be that. You never know.”
She grins, dropping her hair as she places her hands back into her lap.
“But here’s the thing. This trick, she’s like, what, the same height as me? And what, like she’s got a year on me and like, twenty pounds?” She rolls her eyes again. “I mean, lay off the fuckin’ cheeseburgers, right? Twinkies and Taco Bell doesn’t always transfer to excellence, and it most certainly allows you to be the shittiest you can be...um like, literally. I cannot even like imagine eating trash like that -- you know, like real wrestlers pay attention to the food that they put in their mouth, unlike you clearly with that frickin’ weight you’ve got on you.”
Nathalie giggles then, and then she lifts her hand and presses it over her mouth.
“Have you ever been, like, able to even do your supposed badass move that even like, most people who are huge can’t even do? It’s gonna take, like, a couple of well-aimed kicks to your fucking head and a spear from the top rope to take you fuckin’ to the ground and even then...like, what, three seconds of a match to make you look even worse of a competitor than your already losin’ ass is? Heck frickin’ yeah, this debut puts me on the map in Honor and eventually...I’ll be lookin’ at the Legacy Championship sooner or later, faster than any of these bitches have in the past.”
She grins then, and then she rolls her shoulders a little bit.
“So come on, like, Stacy Ruin or whatever the shit you think you are...there’s only one ruined thing and it’s like, you. You’re gonna be a ruined piece of crap by the end of the match and maybe you’ll realize when the little, like, blonde rookie bitch takes you out that maaaaaaaybe you might want to pull off your wrestling ‘boots’ and roll over and fuckin’ quit.”
“Yeah,” Nathalie raised her fingers, placed her index and thumb together. “I said it. Quit. Clearly you can’t do shit correctly. I mean, when was the last fucking time you won anything? Again? Like. Never?”
She leans back, crossing her legs and tapping her toes. “Right. Call me like, when you think you can actually do something. Which clearly won’t be at Showdown in Laramie -- ugh, what the fuck Wyoming….” She coughs shaking her head. “Gross.” With a heavy sigh, she looks up at the ceiling annoyingly and then looks back at the camera. “I mean, i guess it totally fits...I can beat trash in a trash city.”
“So Stacy, come at me. Underestimate me. Try to take me down. And then cry when you can’t fuckin’, like, win?” She grins, and then she lifts a hand. “Because that’s gonna happen. You’ll see. See you there when I put you in the mat for the one, two, and three!” She waves.
And then the camera goes black.
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