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Post by Admin on Oct 2, 2015 19:55:23 GMT -5
The Card
All matches subject to change
Cassidy Nova v. Troll
Brad Lockwood v. Grundy
Number One Contender's Match
Jeremy Cleetus v. Candee Thrasher
Platinum Peter Vincent's Time
Truman v. Riesgo
Non-Title Main Event match
Lucas Thrope v. K3yla
Jackpot ep. 4 will air October 9th, 2015, at 8pm EST-ish. |
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Post by candeethrasher on Oct 2, 2015 21:20:04 GMT -5
"Christina Lam here, backstage at the first 777 Championship Wrestling Gold Rush Pay Per View! What an astounding turn of events as K<3yla has been awarded the Heavy Weight Championship belt and an impressive one-million dollar bonus! I'm waiting to have a chat with our--"
There is a loud commotion backstage, the sound of two women screaming at each other, and Lam stops her speech to run full-force toward the noise. Candee and Carla Thrasher are yelling at each other; Convicted Thrasher's lip bleeding.
"The fuck was that, Carla! I could've won!"
"I was just trying to help--"
"Help?! I don't need your help! You think I don't know what you did? You think I wouldn't notice you taking my money? Thank God that pretty gringo won."
"Candee...please...Don't be upset, I just had a feeling in my heart that he would win!"
"Are you fucking kidding me with that bullshit? Did you have a feeling in your heart that I would lose? Why the hell were you in my corner anyway if you didn't want me to win?! I could've beat that dumb-ass K<3yla and instead my dumb-ass sister lost me the match!"
"I did want you to win! I am in your--"
Candee interrupts her by slapping her in the face, a loud smack that makes Lam wince and Carla crumple to the ground, whimpering.
"Listen up. I don't need anyone in my fucking corner. I only need myself. I will win next week's match against Jeremy Cleetus, and I will win against K<3yla. I don't need you, Carla. I don't need your weak-ass shit."
Candee looks straight into the camera, her eyes black with rage. She lets out a shriek.
"Next week, Cleetus. We ain't in prison, but I'ma make you my bitch."
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Post by lucasthrope on Oct 7, 2015 0:30:15 GMT -5
"What'd they think? Huh? Did they enjoy it? Probably not, right? Probably didn't like seeing their face of the company smacked around like that. This is what I'm talking about. Can you smell it? The fresh air? Wolf has an acute sense of smell. You know it. They all do. They feel it too now, don't they? It's kinda nice. Just smell it. Let it all sink in. Can you feel it? Let it sink in through your whole body. Let your body take it all in."
(Lucas is sitting on a bench in the park, his body in his fur suit, his head piece sitting next to him)
"These are the new faces, right? These are the ones to remember. Mine right here, and this one right here next to me. This is me. This is who I am. I used to hide, yeah. Hiding away. Scared to let people see me. Now, I'm right here. People have been walking by me all day. Giving me that look. Some the look, you know the one? Disgust. Some look at me with hatred. Some give me the look. The look I love. Embarrassment. They think they're embarrassed for me. I know it. I've always known it. They meet me in the woods because they're embarrassed of what I am. Thinking I'll make my family, my town, my state, what have you. Thinking I'll make it look bad. I'm here now. Out in the open. I'll embarrass anyone who has a problem with it."
(A dog on a leash walks slowly over to Lucas. Lucas puts on his 'other' head and bucks at the dog. The dog runs)
"It feels so good to be back! Heh, it's been too long. Go ahead, say what you want. I've heard it all. Even from those types. Types like her. The champion. Nature vs Nurture. Her Nature is kind. She'll talk about how it isn't a big deal. That this is who I am. She'll just want me to fight my best. You can sense it though. A Wolf knows. She'll be more embarrassed than the rest of them, hiding behind her demeanor. This is it, K3yla. You'll feel it. Go ahead. Take your head off. Take in the scent. Smell the fresh air. Smell the change. People will keep cheering for you, but that's just making this so much sweeter for me. So sweet. I built myself into this, K3yla. Nurture. I'll Nurture you too. You'll see. You'll see that you're like the rest of them. I'm the Alpha, regardless of how shiny and new your collar is..."
(Lucas gets off the bench and walks down a trail. Following slowly behind is the dog, tail tucked between it's legs.) |
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Post by jeremycleetus on Oct 7, 2015 1:44:58 GMT -5
"Ladies and gentlemen! Everybody in the building! I just wanted to say thank you all for coming, or already being here, either way, order up whatever you like, and I hope you came with your bibs on! Like my poppa always said, 'Get your bibs on before you get your ribs on!' AuhgHahAHahaHAH!"
The large man sits himself back into his seat at the center of the restaurant. 12 to 13 people in the restaurant clap their hands and smile, while 2 or 3 just shrug, smirk, and go back to eating. Next to him is Jim Steed, looking around the establishment for a waiter. His drink is empty. Cleetus slides him the rest of his beer.
"HA! Thank you but no thank you, I'll just get another one. Plus I don't know where that giant mouth has been."
"Kissin' on these delicious ribs, Jim. Can't you tell? Look at that? Sauce makes my mouth more brown than I thought it could get, AUGHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Jim laughs, and gets up to find a waiter. A man comes from behind the camera with a mic and sits across from Cleetus. Cleetus notices the man after taking some much too large bites and hastily rubs the sauce off of his large maw. He missed a few places.
"So, Cleetus, we see that you're having a good time celebrating your victory at Gold Rush."
"You have no idea! Luckily for me, the more I win the more I eat. I'll be forced on a diet eventually. I'll be too fat to pin anyone! I'll pass out halfway down the entrance ramp to my own weight! AUGHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"This upcoming week you've got a pretty hard fight, are you sure you're prepared?"
"Well, I've fought criminals before. Maybe not after the fact, but I've helped stop a few people, have them be arrested, and then have them become criminals because of incarceration...so...wait. Yes? Yes. But I've never fought a uh. Oh man. What is it. Hardened? HARDENED! A hardened criminal before."
"Do you have anything planned for Candee, considering she was the one who attacked Jim Steed a few weeks ago."
Cleetus pushes his plate aside. He downs the last of his beer and grabs a clean napkin. He gets the rest of the sauce off of his face.
"Look. What Candee did was just awful. That's not what you do to a person. I owe her though. If not for her actions I wouldn't have thought to meet with Jim. I think, in some ways, Jim has forgiven her too, cause I think he wouldn't have gotten to know me otherwise. Happy Accidents, just like my Momma used to say. Candee thinks she's big and bad, and for all I know, she is. But I can't deny that her brash behavior is what got me this far. I think Jim is fine with the winnings he's made. Right?...RIGHT!?"
"What?! Yes. Dude. Just. Beat her and let me keep getting money. Now leave me alone for a second"
"What're you doin? You hittin' on that waitress? The red head? You kept lookin' at that one."
"Why don't you put more ribs in your mouth before something else gets shoved in there?"
"WOOOOOAAAH. Big BOY! AughaAHAAHAHA." he looks to the camera "He's just talking big. Girls like that kinda thing. Least that's what he says. Poppa never told me to talk to a woman like that. 'Talk to them like you would anyone else, Boy. We're all people on this Earth. Lives are lives' AHAH. He's a good man. Candee has her life too. I'm thrilled to finally settle this. Maybe after this she'll think twice before attacking another..." he pulls away from the camera, "POOR DEFENSELESS LITTLE MAN!"
"What the hell, dude!? It was working? EAT YOUR DAMN RIBS!"
back to the camera
"AUGHAHAHAHAHA. He's a good boy. If I can't win it for me, I hope I can keep winning for him."
Jim Steed walks back over to the table while waving to somebody off camera. Sits down next to Cleetus then punches his arm.
"Asshole"
"AUGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Ahaha hahahahaha ha haha!" |
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Post by Truman on Oct 7, 2015 10:56:43 GMT -5
An ant farm sits on a little glass table. Ants are skiddy-daddling about, hundreds of them, as we pull the camera up and see Truman glaring over them. Or we'll assume he's glaring. His eyes are hidden behind his mask, but he's certainly aiming down.
"Look at them..."
He traces his finger through a path on the farm, as if he's guiding the ants.
"Completely ignorant to the power of a god."
Truman chuckles, we hear a door opening in the distance.
"Going about their lives with an undeserved feeling of accomplishment. They have a home. They have a queen. They have, what they believe to be, peace. But what happens when they bite you?"
Amy Atom shows up behind Truman, holding a glass full of water, a sunhat trying to cast a shadow of her busted lip and black eye.
"What happens when a measly, little ant gets too proud and bites the hand of a god?"
Truman takes the glass of water and opens the ant farm.
"What happens when a god gets angry?"
Truman pours the water into the ant farm, immediately destroying the sand and sending ants overflowing out onto the table, drowning in the liquid.
"This place... this disgusting, pathetic place... you have all angered a god. You have snapped at me for far too long and expected zero consequences. And for awhile, it appeared you had peace, but when you anger a god it's only a matter of time before he strikes you down. It's not years or months... it's days. When God ordered his great flood to destroy the world that turned against him, people praised him for it. I do not expect praise. I do not expect churches built in my honor. I do not expect hymns sang with my name. All I expect is to win. I am no longer hoping. I am no longer scheming. I am expecting. And with these hands of a god (lifts up hands) I will drown you all."
Truman slaps the ant farm of the table, sending it to the floor and shattering it into pieces.
"Anger. Expectations. Riesgo's future is bleak. His time has come to an end, because a god must assert his authority. A god MUST show his wrath once the people have earned it. You, Riesgo, have earned it. Get out while you can."
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Post by Miles Infinity on Oct 7, 2015 11:11:34 GMT -5
"Come one, come all, the amazing Miles Infinity will dazzle and razzle! The future is bright and clear in the eyes of Infinity! Come! Gather"We go to Miles Infinity standing on a literal soapbox. His arms stretched out, a top hat secured to his head, and a big smile on his face. A small crowd begins to gather around him, muttering things along the lines of "oh shit, not this guy!" "My friends, my enemies, my lovers! Welcome to the future of 777! Behind these walls (points behind him) the greatest talents from around the world will dazzle and razzle in the squared circle for YOUR entertainment. But, with betting lines out now, it's so much more than just a rassle-tassle between fine gents and ladies--no, it's a chance to make millions!""Didn't they fire you or something? You're not even wrestling anymore!" Yells someone from the crowd. "Truth has never been so blatant! It is true that I, The Connection Miles Infinity, am not scheduled to fight. But does that mean you're not scheduled to make MILLIONS?!?"
This has the crowds attention. "Right, because in THAT very ring (points behind him) the greatest talents from around the world will dazzle and razzle and--wait, I've done that bit, my bad."
Miles hops down and pulls a deck of cards from his bag. "Lovers and enemies, I have in my hands the future of 777. The FUTURE of your fortune. Amidst these cards is your guaranteed winners for EVERY match this week! (no one makes a noise) Ah, shock, I see it in your eyes! Allow me to show you. Young man, please take a card."
A kid pulls out a card. There is a crudely drawn face on it. "Ah! The "Mastic Man" card! As you can see, the face is beyond disgusting and beyond recognizable. Just liiiiike?"No response. "Truman! Luckily for him, his misfortune will begin to turn into can't-miss-fortune! He is your winner Thursday night! Who's next?"A woman pulls a card out. There is a mermaid, or maybe some type of shark man? "Ah! Beautiful! The "H20 Bride!" And we ALL know who is most like this creature, right?""Truman, again?" Asked the woman holding the card. "Well, no, but good guess. It is K<3yla! The BRIDE of 777! The woman that has stolen hearts and broken body parts! For sure, she will win! Next?"The same woman pulls a card. There is a bird holding onto a chain which is then latched to a skeleton. "Oh my! "Deaths Dove"! A great card and definitely defining of the great Brad Lockwood, considering his military experience! It appears HE is your victor!"
The crowd begins to leave. "Wait! Hold on! I'm trying to win you millions! Go forth and bet! (He takes another card out) Oh! It is the "Smiling Ghost Taxi" which is, of course, connected to Jeremy Cleetus due to his constant positivity!
The crowd has left the scene. "Remember to win millions, my lovers & enemies! Tell 'em Infinity sent you! Tell 'em!" |
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Post by CommanderLockwood on Oct 8, 2015 1:45:35 GMT -5
Looking into the camera with a mic.
“K<3yla...k<3yla...K<3yla, you sure are out to make a name for yourself. You have bested me on two separate occasions now that will not happen again. You have tested the GOAT one to many times.”
Lockwood laughes a hearty laugh.
“I am the GOAT, K<3yla. You may have that title for now but as the GOAT I will quickly eat my way through your fucking he<3rt. YEAaa - GOATs gotta eat and I eat chumps like you for breakfast.”
Lockwood takes a few moments to flex for the camera; striking a series of poses.
“See I came here thinking I would be the best but that wasn’t good enough. I have to embrace the GOAT inside of me and trample anyone in my path. No one is stopping me from doing what I gotta do. You ever tried to stop a GOAT from doing what he do? YOU CAN’T FUCKING STOP A GOAT FROM DOIN WHAT HE DO!!”
Lockwood flexes more for the camera.
“The GOAT is coming for you K<3yla. The GOAT knows where you will be. The GOAT will not stop coming for you. I will graze a trail through EVERY - SINGLE - PERSON that gets in my way until I stand before you. When the GOAT stands over you - you will cower and beg for mercy. It will not come.
Lockwood turns and walks out.
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dream2i49
New Member
777 Heavyweight Champion
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Post by dream2i49 on Oct 8, 2015 9:15:08 GMT -5
K3yla sits on a bed, wearing pink and green pin-striped pajamas. There are a couple of bottles of pills, a half-empty bowl of soup, some ice packs… and five bound stacks of $100 bills.
She handles one of the stacks, lets the bills flit under her thumbnail as she drags it across their edges.
K3yla: $1,002,000. $2000. And then a million, too. A million dollars. I still can’t get my head around it.
I asked to have as much of it as possible in cash so I could try to understand how much it was. Mr. Ohmega gave me $50,000 because he didn’t want to let me have too much. Said it was dangerous.
She continues to fondle and fumble with the money, uses her fingernails to tear the strap and lets the bills fall over her lap, the bed, the floor.
K3yla: A million dollars can buy a whole lot of stuff. It can buy me matches and ring time, pay for stuff I break. I can get away with cheating or hurting people. I can do pretty much anything I want at 777 Championship Wrestling.
To the camera.
K3yla: Of course, I was already doing what I wanted. So now that I have all this money, this power. What am I gonna do with it?
She shakes her head and frowns.
K3yla: I can tell you what I won’t do with it. I won’t be a coward. I won’t be a cheat. I won’t be some kind of monster who sneaks up on people and hurts them for no reason.
So, whatever Lucas Thrope may be expecting from me, he won’t get attacked. He won’t get beaten down with a chair, or a sledge hammer, or kicked in the head AFTER the match is over!
She jumps up from the bed, knocking off money, ice packs, spilling the soup.
K3yla: What is wrong with you, Lucas Thrope? I just had the biggest night of my life and instead of dancing my ass off like I should be, I’m in bed feeling like I was hit by a car. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
She winces and grabs her side but remains standing.
K3yla: You know what. I don’t care what’s wrong with you. I’m just gonna beat you.
Gesturing to the camera.
K3yla: Turn it off.
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Post by Admin on Oct 8, 2015 12:23:25 GMT -5
((Closed))
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