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Post by Avery Quinn on Jul 21, 2019 12:20:58 GMT -5
Deadline is July 28th, 2019 at Noon EST.
There is no word limit. Feel free to write whatever you like to hype your match and your character.
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leah
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Post by leah on Jul 23, 2019 9:43:53 GMT -5
“The War Queen” Leah appears on stage at the Press Conference for Worldwide I: The Reboot. Donning a jumpsuit as opposed to her typical in-ring attire, Leah appears to be more business oriented than anything else. She takes the podium.
Leah: Let me be the first to welcome you all to Spirit and Pride Wrestling. This is a new era for the promotion as we embark on Worldwide I: The Reboot. Now, I’m going to be the first to acknowledge that I am new to SAP. I was not involved in its past and will be making a long awaited debut on July 28th. What Spirit and Pride stands for is not something that is new to me, however. No, let’s dissect that for a moment. SPIRIT: ethos, prevailing tendency, motivating force. PRIDE: pleasure, joy, gratification, sense of achievement. Showing spirit and exuding pride is something everyone competing at Worldwide I: The Reboot should experience. We’ve got a stacked card and, from the looks of things, the fans should be prepared for a six hour experience. We’ve got an International Title Tournament, a Television Championship match, a National Championship match, a World Title match and about 15 or so undercard matches.
Leah flashes a smirk with her jest.
Leah: There is only one match, however, that is of concern to me. It is The War Queen versus Der Ubermensch. Leah versus Selina Metzger. Many will look right past this match due to the “lack of allure.” It is not for a title. It does not feature anything other than two relatively inexperienced competitors somewhere near the bottom of the card. If you fall into that mentality, you’ll sorely be mistaken. At Worldwide I: The Reboot, The War Queen makes her debut. I look around and see some familiar faces on the card. They can attest that standing inside the ring with me is no walk in the park. To stand across from me is to go through a proverbial war; a war that I willingly bring on. You see, I don’t step down from challenges. In this life we are given but two options; to walk away or to stay and fight. I fight.
The War Queen pauses for a moment as she licks her lips.
Leah: Does it intimidate me that my opponent, The Superhuman, can deadlift more than me? Does it frighten me that her overhead press probably triples the weight that I do? Does it scare that I give up 50 pounds to this woman? The answer to all these questions is quite simply… No. You see, I’m resourceful. I do what needs to be done in order to get the win. No matter how many times I have been beat down, slammed, kicked… most recently headbutted… no matter what I continue to pick myself up off the mat and continue to fight until there is nothing left in the tank. Do you know what I call that? Spirit and Pride.
Leah points to the SAP banner behind her.
Leah: July 28th, 2019 I make my debut here at Worldwide I: The Reboot and on July 28th I turn some heads. You can dismiss me. You can overlook me. You can typecast me. At Worldwide I, however, I’ll show everyone exactly why they call me The War Queen. So come on out, throw up those War Queen W’s and show all of SAP exactly what they can expect. July 28th, I’m coming for you Selina Metzger.
Leah ends her portion of the pressure conference as she throws the War Queen W up so the photographers can get snapshots of her in front of the logo.
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Post by Venus LeCavalier on Jul 27, 2019 23:18:20 GMT -5
Press conferences were always asinine to Venus LeCavalier. The feeling of attending them was like putting on a farce under the vision of a microscope. Though, there was something about them in wrestling that were unique. She could walk into the place and not say a word if she wanted to. Doing so would make her suspicious but it would deliver a message. Approaching the room, Venus took a moment to breathe. The questions asked were about to give her a headache. And she let all of them know it as she walked up to speak her mind. Venus LeCavalier: “Hello, my name is Venus LeCavalier, and I don’t want to be here.” A dull hush overtook the audience. Venus LeCavalier: “Now those words are often spoken but they’re meant to frighten or intimidate. Sometimes they are meant to express a need for attention. My definition is educational in nature. There are other ways to express what I’m going to do. There will be many shows that will show everyone that Venus LeCavalier will continue her ascension as swiftly and easily as I did some time ago.” Narrowing her eyes at a camera took a shot of her, Venus kept her general expression neutral. Venus LeCavalier: “So why bother standing here and proclaiming my intentions when I can demonstrate on those who plan to get in my way. The people who are also participating into this tournament to become champion are those who will firsthand suffer the consequences of their transgressions. I have taken to my studies when it comes to each and every person and I have seen the litany of mistakes they’re waiting to make. My eventual victory shall come from my meticulous and precise dissection of the other contenders.” Venus’ posture remains rigid but professional. Her words never harkened to arrogance. Everything was spoken exactly as a candidate in a political sphere would say. Venus LeCavalier: “The individual that I’m facing is a person who too wants to return back to form. CruZe may have had his hand in crafting a now-dead federation but I don’t believe in charity. If he wishes to take a victory from me, then he will have to do it through strenuous work. He wonders how I am related to Ryan LeCavalier but he does not think about what she may have taught me. He doesn’t quite understand that my family lineage isn’t what crafts me. No, it’s what it has given me to make my natural, personal skills much more dangerous.” An audience member began to rise but Venus presented her hand to stop him. Venus LeCavalier: “There is no need for questions. I will give you all the answers you need. If there isn’t one answered, please wait for me to cease speaking to ask.” Taken aback by Venus’ cutting words, the reporter sat down. He awkwardly checked in with his peers, who didn’t know what to make of what she said. Venus LeCavalier: “CruZe comes from a bygone federation, a bygone gym, and a bygone era. A return is meant to be celebrated in many facets. To spare some respect for the man that will swiftly eliminated, perhaps in some other place, your return may heralded. Here in SAP, I’m only going to introduce you to a painful reality.” She left the dead silence for a moment, letting people ruminate. Venus LeCavalier: “I’ve never cared about other people and their silly, little moments. You will be seen. You will be challenged. You will be defeated. While you may find success in SAP later, you will be known as the first person to fall to Venus LeCavalier. It’s not unsavory, I shall tell you, because some people love to be attached to fame.” Pausing, Venus let the audience gather their thoughts and questions. A reporter stood up. Matt Preston: “Matt Preston, here with the—“ Venus coughed. Venus LeCavalier: “You don’t have to say where you’re from. If you’re a worthwhile name, then people will already know who you are.” Preston blinked a few times, realizing the validity of the statement and the offensiveness. Nevertheless, he pressed on. Matt Preston: “I guess I’m the only one thinking about it but you seem to have resumed wrestling after what appeared to be a hiatus? Does it have to do with your relationship with Katya Djurdevic?” Once again, silence befell the press conference room. Venus tilted her head at Matt, who noticed and began to turn his gaze away. Venus LeCavalier: “Don’t look away. You are waiting for my answer, yes?” Feeling forced to do so, Matt turned his eyes back on Venus. Venus LeCavalier: “How much do you know about me?” Matt swallowed hard. Matt Preston: “I know of your GWA run—“ Venus LeCavalier: “Then you should know my motivations. Yes, Katya has advanced in her career, but that has no bearing on mine. I have been personally motivated to prove myself as a worthy competitor. I’m striving to become a world champion. I’ve always been that way, so why exactly do you think that my partner’s own journey would correlate with mine?” As her eyes stayed on Matt, he couldn’t help but want to run. Venus LeCavalier: “No, I’m not a person defined by my relationship. I would rather you see me as the honest woman that I am. The Most Honest Woman In Wrestling. Not as an accessory. You shouldn’t ask her the same question either. You would probably get a much more painful response. Yet, there is a consequnce for such a limiting question.” Fear turned to confusion. Venus LeCavalier: “I’m leaving.” Almost abruptly, Venus began to leave the press conference room. Some people seemed ready to ask her questions but relinquished to the fact that they were played with. Before they knew it, Venus was gone from the premises.
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Post by sparrow on Jul 28, 2019 0:21:53 GMT -5
Mighty Sparrow: First question please.
Michael Kelley: Hey uh... Remember me?
Mighty Sparrow: ...Waayyy boi. The reporter uh... From Young Guns Cup. Yes I remember ya well. Grappletalk, right?
Michael Kelley: Yeah. You should come on a podcast sometime... Well, let’s get this show on the road.
Notoriety comes from growth. Mighty Sparrow could at least say now that six months later changes a lot of things. Wrestling in the Young Guns Cup, continuing to put in decent showings in Youngbloods... All had culminated to what he believed was getting signed at Spirit And Pride Wrestling. He wasn’t by any means a big name. He had still yet to win that very elusive first championship, and let’s not even speak of ideas about the first defense without anything to DEFEND in the first place. Yet the West Indian wrestler put on a bright smile, intertwined his fingers on the table and nodded ahead for the question.
Michael Kelley: Right then, so... Mighty Sparrow. You come into SAP with quite an immediate challenge on your plate; a fellow journeying wrestler such as yourself... The Godkiller, Aella Foley. In fact, you two have been having a bit of a tit-for-tat on social media with her even musing about showing up where you train on occasion--
Mighty Sparrow: Lion’s Den NOLA under Vivienne Robichaud yes.
Michael Kelley: The one in the same. Ahead of this match, what are your thoughts and feelings for your debut?
He looks thoughtful. Not the sort of thoughtful where most athletes have already prepared their statement and think dramatic pause makes an excellent sound byte. Quite the contrary Sparrow looks as if he is actually giving it some honest to God consideration. The proof of cautionary youth. No boisterous proclamations of how he’s coming to drop Foley on her head. No declaration of ‘Killing The Godkiller’.
...Just a pausing thought.
Mighty Sparrow: Ya know brethren, a great many deal of matches will be takin’ place for Spirit And Pride, yes? Now many of me peers, they ent never seen me in action before or perhaps if they had, they mighta scramble quick on Youtube, maybe skip to the end. Maybe noting they might come see the match later. Now I dun say that of we fans. Fans like even you ya see, you eat and you breathe and you love this. It’s harder to make fans of we peers than of average man on the street ya see what I sayin’? I say that to say this. My intent is impress from de get go.
Michael Kelley: So to make sure your peers on the roster may not be fans of you, but this match with Aella will make you a standout from the other newcomers. Now... One could argue that Miss Foley intends to do that, and your limbs will be the victim of that.
To that he only smiles. A hint of nervousness that plays up at the corner; this is a sign of mild bravado taking over.
Yet he goes forward.
Mighty Sparrow: Oh she is, ent? Of course she is. She might feel it high time to put me bird brain to rest. Sleeper. Chokehold. She might wanna clip a wing for she wall. Armbar? Which one? Pick one. I move too fast and it might be so easy to make an ankle snap. Listen boi, I know who Aella Foley is. I know she name. I know the Godkiller and Mighty Sparrow is no God. I dun have to be. This gyal she... She want try and snap me in half. She sister say she easy to toss. Might be so since she small but what I intend to do? I intend to dance around she. I intend to be so quick she can’t catch up and when she back meet the mat and that’s one-two-three... Everyone... Everyone gone know you could be the most dangerous, a bonafide killer on the mat, breaker of every limb and then some.
With a smack on the table, Sparrow emphasizes his point.
Mighty Sparrow: It ent gonna mean a damn thing if ya cyah catch your opponent much less stop them from kicking ya head in. So Godkiller, ya wan’ we take it on? Let we take it on.
With that, the Trinidadian wrestler leans back, watching other questions fielded.
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Post by Tyson Gregory on Jul 28, 2019 4:44:27 GMT -5
The press table is set up with a sea of cameras and reporters filling the room, anxiously awaiting the next member of the Spirit and Pride roster to come out. After a moment, the SAP National Champion, Tyson Gregory walks out. A smirk on his face as he proudly and arrogantly holds the championship belt high over his head. He soaks in the mix of boos and cheers as he looks up at his title belt. He sets the championship on the table in front of him and smirks as he sits down.
Tyson Gregory: First of all, I’m not taking any questions from the reporters here. Being the SAP National Champion, I’m taking this time to talk about the only person who matters on this show and that’s me. After I beat Cailey Carter on The Reboot in Pittsburgh and retain my championship? Then I’ll be more than happy to take a few questions. But like I said, this is about me and how amazing I am.
The room of reporters seem to disagree and start to voice that feeling that comes out in a large amount of murmurs and groans
Tyson Gregory: Look, I agree with you and I would be upset too if I couldn’t score an interview with someone of my caliber. But you can blame SAP for that since they chose to take a hiatus right when I won the National Championship against CJ Cross in an amazing match of the year performance. After that match would have been the ideal time to not only get that interview but to celebrate me and my accomplishments in the ring.
He shrugs his shoulders and lightly smiles.
Tyson Gregory: But unfortunately that moment has passed and now I have to show why I’m the National Champion and send Cailey Carter back to the Lingerie Football League. She can be happy that her time pretending to be a wrestler was in the ring with me and have that glorious memory before putting back on her g-string and push up bra and getting back on that field.
Tyson rises up from his seat and picks up his championship belt. He drapes it proudly over his shoulder and looks out to the crowd.
Tyson Gregory: This has been your time with the Spirit And Pride National Champion. Congratulations and consider yourselves lucky I gave you some of my precious time.
He flashes one more smirk before arrogantly walking backstage.
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Post by Elijah Carlson on Jul 28, 2019 8:22:39 GMT -5
Eli had been sitting and not really listening to anything that anyone had said. These sorts of press conferences were a waste of time in his opinion but, contractually, he was expected to be there and so there he was going to be. That didn’t mean that he had to acknowledge any of the reporters as more than gnats who were an annoyance to him, just as he didn’t have to acknowledge any of the other “wrestlers” who were present at the time either. That was the nature of the beast, though, when you herded a whole roster of competitors and paraded them out one by one in front of the world. In truth, it wasn’t until Tyson Gregory, the little coattail rider that he was, thought he would get cute with his remarks that Eli perked up a bit. When he was done, Eli took the opportunity to insert himself into the mix then, making himself available for everyone moments after Tyson had walked off.
Elijah Carlson: “You know… does anyone else find Tyson Gregory amusing? I mean it seems to me the entire purpose of his existence is to feed his wife likes on twitter. I’m going to let you all in on a little secret too. He’s the only one in the world that thinks a match with C.J. Cross could result in a match of the year nomination, let alone a match of the year award victory. Especially on a night when Brendan Samuels and I stole the show. And I promise that’s the most complimentary thing you’ll ever hear me say about Brendan. He was a part of enabling me to steal the show a little over a year ago when I won the actual only championship that matters in this company, what we now know as the World Championship. Go ahead and ask your questions.”
Nodding and pointing toward one reporter nearby, Eli singled him out for the first question.
Reporter: “Mister Carlson, you haven’t competed in a few months, though you were on one of the most remarkable streaks in wrestling history at the time. Do you think you can continue to perform at that level now? Or will there be some ring rust?”
Nodding his head, Eli seemed to weigh the question fairly.
Elijah Carlson: “Before 4CW went on hiatus, or closed, or whatever it is they want to call it I had beaten anyone and everyone who mattered in the company. Except Bryan Laughlin, a man I earned a victory over a few years back. The simple fact of the matter is there wasn’t a single person on that roster who mattered that I didn’t have at least one victory over. That’s me functioning at my best. Now, like you said, I’ve been out of action for a few months so of course, there will probably be a little bit of rust. But my match this week is a tune up match. It’s designed to get me back to that peak level of performance for when it actually matters. I’m not too worried about it. By the time the main event is all said and done you’ll be looking at me at my best again.”
He pointed to another reporter nearby.
Reporter: “Congratulations on the announcement of your wife’s pregnancy. I’m curious. Does knowing that you’re going to be a father change your attitude toward this business? Will it change your willingness to put your body on the line at any given time, as you’ve been known to do in the past?”
Once more, Eli nodded appreciatively of the question and considered it before responding.
Elijah Carlson: “Sure, I would say it’s changed my attitude a little bit. I mean, I’m always going to be the guy who believes in himself one hundred and ten percent. When I walk out to the ring I’m always going to expect to leave victorious. But… I have something more to fight for than just myself now. I have a greater responsibility than what existed the last time I was in a wrestling ring. So, sure. I guess it has changed me in some ways and I’m sure when my daughter is here in a few months time I’ll be changed even more. You could ask that question of anyone who is a parent and I think they would say that yes, one hundred percent, it changes their outlook on things. Will it cause me to be hesitant in putting my body on the line, though? I don’t know. Personally, I think it will embolden me to do it more often. I have an example to set and my child is never going to see an example of going at things half assed from me.”
When that reporter had sat down another stood to ask a question.
Reporter: “A year ago when Spirit and Pride was at its height you were called the face of the co-”
Shaking his head no, Eli waved the question off.
Elijah Carlson: “That was a year ago. I’m not going to take questions about those things. Today, I’m simply the SAP World Champion and the most talented competitor on the roster. End of story.”
The reporter, having had his initial question cut off, proceeds to ask another.
Reporter: “Would you say that your strongest competition comes from Brendan Samuels?”
Smirking, Eli shrugged.
Elijah Carlson: “Well I know for sure that it’s not from the idiot who just walked off the stage a few moments ago. Sure. Brendan maybe. Or Riley. She’s really come into her own lately. Maybe Leela Watts, but she’s too sweet for her own good. Whoever it is, it doesn’t really matter. I stand at the head of this company for a reason, and I’m happy to help carry it into the future. Thanks for your time, everyone, I’ve gotta run.”
And without another word Eli waves to the reporters and exits to let whoever would be next speak their mind.
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Post by Aella Foley on Jul 28, 2019 8:46:38 GMT -5
So far, Aella had been silent, which was odd considering her penchant for being dramatic. Calm, collected, she sat there at her seat, with her booted feet crossed at the ankles and her famous coat hanging off the back of her chair like a king’s cloak would his shoulder as he regarded his court with weary malaise, the same kind of weary malaise that the alleged king of the ashes regarded her fellow wrestlers with, despite the interest in those light colored eyes, watching in turn as they spoke. A fake war queen, an impatient fox, her flighty intended prey, and an arrogant Englishman. Of course, at her own inward thoughts? Her smirk turned into an impetuous grin. The War Queen was the subject of eye rolls, but the fox? Venus had her attention, especially with her mind games and her teasing of the reporters. It was cute, and showcased the woman’s greatest weapon: her mind. The little one was dangerous, she’d already known that, but seeing her sharp tongue in person? That was different, and enjoyable.
Sparrow, on the other hand, he had Aella’s full attention, though she didn’t interrupt him as she watched. They looked quite the sight, didn’t they? Him, tall and strong, preening almost like a bird as he spoke, or so she thought he did. Handsome boy, why wouldn’t he preen? Though, at his talk of tossing her, and his mention of speed? The humorless grin on her plump lips was enough of a retort for those that were watching. Oh, she’d be quick enough, she promised that much. Turning that attention to the ever media beloved Tyson Gregory, she watched as he spoke. He had a list of accolades already that most wrestlers couldn’t dream of. Still, his words left something to be desired, and Aella couldn’t help but think that walkouts were less dramatic when someone already beat them to it. When it came to Elijah, she'd listened to him all the same. He was a champion, and he was arrogant as the last one, but like the last one, he'd earned his right to be.
Still, she was bored out of her mind, waiting.
Sigh.
John Blalock: “Aella!”
There went her nap. She snapped her eyes to the southern accent sportin’ fella and rose both of her brows expectantly.
John Blalock: “John Blalock, Southern Combat Sports illustrated. This is your first match coming off of not just two tournaments, but the finality of your contract with Millennium. A lot of action in a short time, especially with you just having caught a flight post two considerably gruesome deathmatches, one in which you took out an unrelenting Eddy Poe by submission, do you think it’s safe to take on another match so soon?”
The grin only broadened into a smile across Aella’s face as she removed her boots from the table and moved to sit up, to stare straight at the man asking the question before cutting those eyes back to the camera.
Aella Foley: “No, it’s not safe, but I signed a contract, and that means I gave my word. Regardless of what I feel like, my word means something to me, and so I’ve come to bleed again for the masses. For the sake of the sport.”
Grabbing up a bottle of water, she twisted the top and upnodded towards a redheaded woman near Blalock.
Catherine O’Malley: “Catherine O’Malley, Emerald Isle Bloodsport Monthly. You’ve had more than a bit of back and forth with Sparrow on twitter, and hearing him speak on how he plans to deal with you, do you have a rebuttal? Anything more to say to him?”
With that, Aella leaned forward on the table to cast a sidelong glance to Sparrow only to look back to the reporter.
Aella Foley: “Look at him. He’s very pretty, isn’t he?”
Catherine O’Malley: “I… Wha--”
Aella Foley: “It’s okay Catherine, to look anyways. He’s a pretty man. Exceptionally built, an incredible wrestler who’s bounced back from defeat time and time again. Intelligent, cunning, damn funny. I’d look at him if I were you.”
Catherine seemed stunned, and confused, tilting her head to the side.
Aella Foley: “....because he’s not going to be that way for long.”
Quietly, Aella lifted her hands and started to tug the bandages on her loose, showing the marks from the screwdriver, the box cutter, the wounds that littered her body and face post those two back to back deathmatches. The fact that she was alive, much less walking and ready to fight, were something else. Swollen, reddish, skin. Stitched and clean wounds that’d doubtlessly add to her cadre and repertoire of scars. It wasn’t easy to look at, but there it was. She just stared at the reporter with those haunting eyes.
Aella Foley: “He’s suave, his patois is a privilege to listen to. His matches have constantly been entertaining and a testament to his athleticism and skill. His humility when coupled with skill and talent is heartwarming, and it’s going to hurt me to break him in that ring like I’m going to. He thinks he’s going to toss me, and look at him, he could. He’s strong, built like a depiction of an old god. He’s swift, moves like he’s half his weight, more like a jungle cat than a bird. His suplexes are works of art, and he’s one of the last remaining stylistic luchadors left out there that stand out there, truly.”
Sighing, releasing that breath she didn’t realize that she kept so pent up.
Aella Foley: “I made it to the third round of the Quag Cup, then I made it to the Semi Finals of the IJPW Tournament. So close, but still so far away that it didn’t matter. This is my rookie year still and fuck all if I haven’t fought some of the best already.”
With that bit of monologuing, she turned her attention to the cameras.
Aella Foley: “Is Sparrow stronger than Billy Danielson, a man bigger than both of us combined? The one I beat to advance in the Quag Cup? The mountain of muscle that, in the end, I made tap out by countering his finisher, after I told him I’d do exactly just that, in that way? Is he more unrelenting than Eddy Poe, who shoved a fucking screwdriver into my head yesterday before I ended our match by incapacitating him to the point that I almost rendered his leg useless with a rolling kneebar? He likes to go to the top rope and fly like a bird, so did Megan Rydell, and we saw where that trash talking got her with me. Another submission, another win.”
That’s when Aella cut that look directly to Sparrow as she stood up straight, lifting that microphone to her mouth.
Aella Foley: “Your arms, your legs, your back, your neck. Your shoulders, your hips. All of them are anything I can break, Sparrow. Armbars, kneebars, kimura, heel hooks, triangle chokes. I can administer them, or I can send them at you flying in ways that you’ve never seen. I’m not a one trick pony, I’m a testament to evolution, to adapt and overcome at a moment’s notice. You’re a worthy adversary, but you can’t come at me with anything I haven’t seen, you can’t hit me with something that I can’t handle.”
With that, she looked back to the camera.
Aella Foley: “That’s my rebuttal.”
Sitting down soon after, she lifted her feet back up and clonked the boots down on the table.
Aella Foley: “There’s a lot of former and current champions in SAP. Lot of people looking to make a name or reclaim past glory. I’m here to fight. I’m here to hurt people. I want those champions, I want my name remembered because that’s all that matters to me, because being remembered long after your death is the only sort of immortality that a person can hope for. It’s a testament to my arrogance. Fighting Sparrow is something that I want to do, because his style is diametrically opposed to my own, and I feel the need to prove myself once again, like I always do, that I’m ready for everything.”
Catherine O’Malley: “That was… more than I, or anyone else was expecting, but we weren’t let down by the answer.”
Aella Foley: “I have a habit of not leaving women unsatisfied.”
A few chuckles, the crowd chittering at her bad joke.
Catherine O’Malley: “Is there anyone in SAP that should be addressed, that isn’t here right now?”
Aella Foley: “No.”
Catherine O’Malley: “What about Riley Savell, who may have ended your cousin’s career?”
That… made Aella paused, before shaking her head.
Aella Foley: “That’s between them. Savell saw a shot and she took it. Her shot stuck, so good for her. Bad for her if Kaitlyn eats her the next time they meet. Still, I wouldn’t say no to fighting the English Giraffe. She’s a mean cunt, I can appreciate that as much as most.”
Grinning, Aella shook her head as she remained seated.
Aella Foley: “I’m not going to run off stage now, so don’t you lot worry. I’m here for SAP. I’m here to bleed for the fed, because that’s what I signed on to do, just like I signed on to make others bleed for it. ….I’m shite at ending this, so I’m just going to shut my gob and let someone else speak.”
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Post by Selina Metzger on Jul 28, 2019 10:00:18 GMT -5
Selina Metzger looked as though she had just arrived at the press conference straight from the gym-- and that is because in all likelihood, she just had. This was a completely new experience for her, having never previously been required to attend a press conference during either her career so far in wrestling, or her time in the LFL. However, far from being uneasy in this unfamiliar situation, she appears as comfortable on the stage as she is in her shorts and crop top, speaking with an air of confidence.
Selina Metzger: I expect that if it wasn’t for the nameplate that’s in front of me, the majority of you here would have no idea as to who I am, and so for those of you who are laying your eyes on me for the first time, allow me to formally introduce myself: I am Der Übermensch, Selina Metzger.
As she speaks, Selina’s German accent is evident, although it has a certain slight twang to it that has been picked up from five years spent living in Southern California.
Selina Metzger: Those of you who are already aware of who I am, and who know what I’ve done up to now in this sport, will know that when I set foot inside the ring later tonight, I’ll be doing so for the first time in two and a half months, since leaving Millennium Wrestling in mid-May. I have my reasons for why I chose to take a short break from wrestling - reasons that I’m not going to go into right now. All you need to know is that while I enjoyed my time away, which I certainly made the most of, I’m now ready to get back in the ring, and start overwhelming opponents once more.
Selina gazes around at the assembled journalists, as she continues.
Selina Metzger: The name of tonight’s show - The Reboot - is a fitting one for both myself and SAP. I’m grateful for having been given the opportunity to resume my wrestling career here in SAP, and I believe that this promotion is the ideal place for me to do so. I’m impressed by Avery Quinn’s plans for SAP, especially his talk of going worldwide, which potentially means that a wider audience than ever before is going to get to see what Der Übermensch is capable of.
A smirk crosses her face.
Selina Metzger: My nickname comes from my muscularity and my above average height, which I’m told makes me look like a superhuman. And if it isn’t obvious just from looking at me, I can assure you all that I possess the power to live up to my moniker; tonight, Leah will be the first person in SAP to feel what it’s like to be on the receiving end of my freakish athletic ability.
She shows off a quick flex of her biceps.
Selina Metzger: I’m willing to admit though that I’m still developing as a wrestler, with my pro debut only having been around a year ago, and so every match that I’m in is a learning experience for me. However, I’m not just here to learn, and I’m not just here to make up the numbers - I’m here to be successful, and while I may have been overlooked for now as far as championship opportunities are concerned, in favour of more well-known names, with grander reputations, I will force my way into contention soon enough. Darauf können Sie wetten.
Selina gives a wink.
Selina Metzger: I may not have been a part of SAP prior to its hiatus, but now that I’m here, I have every intention of being an important part of it in the coming months, and beyond. I’m going to make my mark, by showing that I’m a force to be reckoned with, and it begins tonight, with Leah.
With a confident, serious expression on her face, she then utters three final words.
Selina Metzger: Selina über alles.
That translates into English as “Selina above all others,” and on that note, Der Übermensch brings her portion of the press conference to an end.
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SILK
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Post by SILK on Jul 28, 2019 10:22:23 GMT -5
“Worldwide I: The Reboot Press Conference”
7/27/2019 8:26 PM Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania | The press room is packed with reporters and journalists alike as the talking amongst themselves and the commotion about has a slight buzz filling the room. In front of the SAP backdrop is a table with a black sheet over top of it. Resting on top of that is a mic, two bottles of water as well as the Seattle Pro World Championship, Elysium Pro Tag Team Championship and Southside Tag Team Championship with the plates facing outwards, each glistening under the lights that are strung about the ceiling. After a few moments, in walks the holder of all those Championships and one of SAP’s newest signings; Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy. SILK looks as dashing as ever, dressed from head to toe in Fendi with black and white suede dress shoes, black fitted jeans, a purple silk shirt with the top buttons undone under a black leather jacket. His eyes are hidden behind the black frames of his sunglasses while a black, white and purple head sash rests along his hairline. He takes a seat, towering over his titles with a brash smile smeared across his face. The reporters begin to scramble, loudly talking over each other before one overtakes the rest, powering his question through the noise. | Reporter #1 – “SILK! Your first match in SAP is against the girlfriend of a man where there’s, to put it mildly, no ”love lost” between you two, how does that play into this match?” | SILK can’t help but chuckle to himself before he leans forward to answer the question. | SILK – “I dunno, maybe he’s teachin’ her to cry like a bitch when she doesn’t get her way like he does? Cause there’s gon’ be a lot of cryin’ when she takes that L from ya boi. End of the day, I ain’t worried ‘bout him or what ‘role’ he may play cause the best he can do is give her his advice and last I checked, I got a winnin’ record against his ass, so there ain’t much he can help with. Plus, all the advice in the world ain’t a substitute for the real thing - Riley gon’ have to stand on her own in that ring against ya boi and that don’t bode well for her but if she’s anythin’ like the dude she lays with, I’m sure she’ll try her damndest to muster up an excuse as to why she took that L when this is all said and done.“ Reporter #2 – “This is your first in-ring encounter with Riley Savell, what can we expect?” | SILK rubs his chin for a moment, smirks and then answers the question. |
SILK – “I think you can expect what I always deliver - stealin’ the show while the legend of the SILKY Smooth One grows and the knees are quakin’ while the hearts are racin’ of every woman seated in every row. Fact of the matter is ya boi does it like no other. I ain’t one of these borin’, cut from the same generic cloth jive jabronis you see out here runnin’ ‘round in their cliques like they shiftin’ the game when really, they ain’t nothin’ more than a broke ass version of Seinfeld - wrestlers ‘bout nothin’. Me? I bring more flair than an emergency fusee.”
| His metaphor gets some laughs from the crowd for its wittiness before he carries on. |
SILK – “I think ya’ll can also expect ya boi to be movin’ on cause I’m takin’ this as serious as anyone can. I want that International Title and Riley is just the first step in the climb.”
Reporter #3 – “Riley hasn’t really spoken much about your match, does this come as a surprise?”
| SILK doesn’t even think before responding. |
SILK – “Nah.”
Reporter #3 – “Why is that SILK?”
SILK – “Cause she’s too busy on social media postin’ pics of herself and retweetin’ her boyfriends crap. If she spent a quarter of the time workin’ to get better in the ring than she does on Twitter maybe she woulda made her boyfriend’s top ten wrestlers in the industry list instead of me a few months back.”
| Leaning back, SILK has a sly grin on his face after taking that particular slight. |
Reporter #4 – “Does your arrival in SAP almost guarantee that not only will Thot Chocolate form here due to Cartier’s presence but also chase the SAP Tag Titles?”
SILK – “We each other’s ride or die, so Thot Chocolate is everywhere we are together. Right now though? My girl Cartier is focused on that Television Title while ya boi has his sights set on the International Title. I’m sure it’s bound to happen but right now we each focused on our own Championship opportunities here.”
Reporter #5 – “Back to your match with Riley if I may SILK - what exactly is your strategy going into this match since, like my colleague mentioned earlier, this is your first encounter in a ring with her?”
| After clearing his throat and taking a sip of water, SILK begins to confidently answer the question. |
SILK – “Well, I’ve watched some tape on her. I mean, it’s like all y’all forgot that while I was main eventin’ in Kings Road, she was way down in the lower half to middle of the card. Yeah she’s good but let’s be honest, she ain’t good enough. I get it too, what either one of us has done outside of SAP don’t mean jack once that bell rings but you best believe that I’ma show ya’ll why I’m walkin’ ‘round carryin’ my own weight in gold and Riley why I’m one of the favorites to win the International Title while she ain’t nothin’ more than a warm up stretch before the marathon to SAP gold is ‘bout to be run and won by the SILKY Smooth One.”
Reporter #6 – “Speaking of favorites - there’s a few other competitors in this tournament that not only look to advance out of the first round like you but also win the International Title as well, your thoughts on some of them?”
SILK – “Ain’t much to say really, I mean, why waste my time on some people who may get knocked out immediately?All I know is that the Georgia Gigolo is ready to put on a show. Don’t matter who I square up with, when it’s all said and done, it’s my body from which SAP International Gold will drip.”
| Even through the shades you can just feel it that SILK just winked after finishing that sentence as he flashes his pearly whites once more. A representative for SAP yells out “one more question” to the crowd as they all scramble to get their own inquiry in until finally, like the first reporter to kick off this presser, one stands out amongst the pack as the loudest, getting his question through to SILK. |
Reporter #7 – “Besides obviously winning the International Title, what are your long term goals here in SAP?”
SILK – “To build a legacy. Ya boi wants the world and everythin’ in it when it comes to SAP. My face will become synonymous with SAP. SILK & Pride - which is what I want people to have in this company. SILK & Power - not only do I wanna attain it but I want this company to rep it. SILK & Perfection - it’s only a matter of time before Thot Chocolate brings their perfect record to the tag division. SILK & Prominence - want to help SAP become one of, if not, the biggest and most well known company out here. SILK & Prosperity - want everyone on this roster to eat cause of our success as a whole, even the ones who wanna take food off of ya boi’s plate. Don’t call this a reboot or a relaunch, call this a new day, led by new faces, down a new path and me winnin’ the International Title is just the beginnin’ of my rise to the top of SAP’s summit as THE MACK who runs SAP.”
| With that, SILK stands up straight and wastes no time grabbing all of his championship gold and carrying it out with him as the camera stays stationary, locked in on the table as we fade out of the scene. |
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Post by New York CruZe on Jul 28, 2019 10:30:05 GMT -5
“Theeeeeeeese little town bluuuuuues,” Crooned Frankie Blue Eyes as a murmur arose among the crowded press conference room. Naturally, the news of SAP Wrestling returning for a World Reboot had drawn some massive numbers. “Are melting awaaaaay,” continued Sinatra until the song turns into a pixelated mush. No other sounds emit from the speakers, instead a tall, wiry, young man of about his mid-twenties waltzed before everyone. The ever-present smug expression lingered on his face as he stood at the podium. The whole roomed seemed to just wait for the man they had known as CruZe just a year or two prior.
“This is how this is going, I’m taking a few questions then I have a couple words of my own to say,” he said without even bothering to introduce himself. If the reporters didn’t know who he was, they didn’t deserve to ask a question. Hands shot up and New York CruZe’s eyes browsed the audience before him. “Yes, you.”
We know you’ve actually been through quite a bit to get to this point, how are you feeling about your official return to the ring tonight?
New York CruZe nodded his head in acknowledgement of the question. “About a year and a half ago, I was in a motorcycle accident which threatened to end my wrestling career for those who don’t know what he’s referring to,” CruZe reminisced. “It’s true that I have been through a lot to get here, but I’m not interested in painting myself as the underdog because I’m not.” CruZe moved on from that question, scouring the audience once more. “Yes,” he pointed to someone very close to the front.
You’ve made it no secret that your legs from the knee down had to mostly reconstructed using titanium, nanotechnology, and other synthetics, don’t you feel this is an unfair advantage to have metal built into your legs?
This question was amusing to New York CruZe. “No, I will be wearing kickpads tonight. Besides, all of what you stated is apart of my body,” CruZe stated with a haughty air. “What do you expect me to do, remove my legs,” he added with a scoff. “Next.” His finger jabbed at someone further back.
Since your accident—and subsequently your ground-breaking surgery—how have you gotten yourself back into ring shape?
New York CruZe seemed to like this question very much. “You, sir, get an A+ today,” he mentioned before giving an explanation, “I actually took on fubol as a sport. Once I could walk, I knew I needed to be able to move swiftly on my newly constructed legs so I trained down in South America and even played some semi-pro matches. Naturally, the Omega Academy gets a lot of the credit for my ring form so big ups to them.” After his full answer, CruZe moved on. “Yes, go ahead.”
Over Twitter a few weeks back, you took interest particularly in the fact that Venus was related to Ryan LeCavalier, why is that?
“Why wouldn’t I take an interest in that,” CruZe fired back. “They’re related so—in my mind—that probably means I’m looking at someone who was groomed by Ryan for that ring out there. Ryan LeCavalier was a savage in the ring so what do I have to expect from Venus? This business is genetic, but it also gets passed very easily to those who want to succeed in it. Venus wants to forge her own path outside of her… relationships. It’s respectable,” he said thoughtfully, “but Venus LeCavalier is smoking crack if she thinks she’s advancing over me tonight.”
Instead of asking for the next question, New York CruZe just continued: “Earlier in the press conference, Venus tried to position me as the underdog. That isn’t the case,” CruZe said matter-of-factly. “Reality is and history has shown that if CruZe is on a quest for gold, I will be the most ravenous, dirty, downlow, son-of-a-bitch that I have to be to walk away with that gold. That brings me to what Venus is to me, she’s nothing more than an obstacle on the path to shine. An obstacle with a nac for running her mouth then nicknaming the noise that comes out ‘the truth.’”
“Well, let me hit you with some truth of my own,” New York CruZe stated, and even went so far as to beckon the camera closer to him, “you better keep that head out of my sights because if you leave your cranium open, I am going to put my goddamn boot through it. It won’t be personal at all, but there isn’t a guideline, rule, or law that is going to keep me from getting my hand raised tonight.” For a long moment, a hush swept across the conference room until suddenly the grave expression on New York CruZe’s face turned into a brightened smile. “And NYCz’s International Tour really begins…”
New York CruZe exited the stage without any further commentary. Many of the reporters seemed to want more answers though as the press conference moved on.
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Post by rileysavell on Jul 28, 2019 10:35:12 GMT -5
A few moments pass before the next attendee takes the stage. Riley Savell then stepped up onto the stage, dressed in a simply stunning jewel tone dress that sets off the milky tone of her skin. Chocolate brown curls spill past her shoulders and perfectly applied makeup completes her flawless look.
Familiar with the press for most of her life. Riley Savell greets the room of reporters with an easy smile and a wave, taking a seat she softly clears her throat, her eyes regarding everyone in the room.
Riley Savell: Most of you will already know who I am, but for those of you who have been living under a rock for the past year plus. My name is Riley Savell; a current double Champion, prior mutlti-time Champion and world renowned Wrestler extraordinaire.
Riley's arrogance almost oozes off of her. Another thing she is well known for and is yet to shy away from.
Riley Savell: I am sure a lot of you have prepared questions; before we begin, I have some guidelines for you. Afterall gentlemen, this is not my first rodeo.
Firstly, I will not answer questions about my personal relationships, we are here to discuss the continuing downfall of a glorified hooker; not the delights of dating the incomparable Cosmo Cooper or the lives of my close friends and loved ones. Secondly, I will not discuss any of my work outside of wrestling, SAP specifically. I have made a point to keep my alternate ventures seperate from my wrestling and that will not change today.
Riley smirks and nods her head before continuing on.
Riley Savell: As I just briefly touched on, my first match here in SAP is against none other than, SILK.
Riley can’t help but chuckle to herself at the mere mention of his name.
Riley Savell: A man who seems to have controversy follow him wherever he goes, SILK is a man who is known less for his wrestling and more for his constantly questionable actions. I will go so far as to say he is arrogant, lazy and everything that people seem to love to accuse me of being. I am THE super rookie, I am the woman who caused the phrase to be coined.
And SILK? Is a poor man's idea of a Pimp, a shining example of all style and no substance, a man who never backs up what he says and then in turn, hides behind spin doctory so impressive that DC themselves should ask him to write a few speeches for them.
SILK will not be out here today to address all of you because he would not be equipped to answer your questions. For all his talking, he rarely if ever bothers to know his opponents and I have NO doubt that heading into this, to him? I am nothing more than Cosmo Cooper’s girlfriend.
Both Riley and the room share a laugh at the ridiculous suggestion.
Riley Savell: SILK is nothing more than hot air and I can think of nothing better for my debut in SAP than to put him in his place...Beneath me. - oh and please, save your pathetic attempts at making that sexual; there isn’t enough money in the world to see me entertain such a vile thought for even a second.
I will be leaving the victor, just as I will be leaving as Champion. And the late not so great SILK can post some more dick outlines and screw some more ‘girlfriends’. Because so long as I am here in SAP? There will be no place for him.
Riley leans back in the chair, happy with her opening statement she then looks out at the reporters.
Riley Savell: I’ll now open this up to questions from the room.
Reporter 1: Mike Clark, beyond the ropes.
Riley Savell: I remember, what's your question?
Mike Clark: You’re usually pretty vocal on social media about your matches, but you’ve had nothing to say about your upcoming match. Why is that?
Riley Savell: It’s no secret that I have SILK blocked on social media. He joins a very short list of people I refuse to acknowledge. A few months ago SILK made some questionable comments regarding abuse and other subjects I feel are not appropriate for jokes. In my opinion, SILK uses social media to creep on women and generally make people uncomfortable. He is everything I have come to hate about men on social media; he is the living embodiment of a neckbeard in dude clothing and I will not expose myself or my followers to that.
Because of this, all of my talking about this match has been kept for here today; I will make my point in the ring. I will only give time to SILK that I am paid to give him. Because he is not deserving or worthy of my free time.
Mike Clark: Strong words…
Riley Savell: And I mean every word.
Reporter 2: Miss Savell, my name is Kate and I am here representing a mothers group who is trying to clean up women in wrestling. How do you respond to the accusation that your oversexualisation of self is correupting young men all around the world.
Riley smirks and leans forward to lock eyes with the woman.
Riley Savell: If teenage boys all around the world want to pay tribute to me, I say...Kindly contact Smokey Mayfield for a code to get 20% off your next merch purchase.
...next question?
Reporter 3: You have had a mixed run as of late, how confident are you really going into this match?
Riley Savell: A hundred percent. I am not the same girl who debuted in Empire… I do my research, I watch the tapes. I make sure I know not only who the fuck I am facing, but also my own short-comings. I watch and study my own tapes, I learn from myself just as much as I do from others. I know i’m ready… SILK doesn’t stand a chance.
Reporter 3: You said you know you’re ready, who do you credit with helping you get there?
Riley Savell: The team at RAW Athletics are exceptional and I know how much better they have made me over the past few months. I am incredibly grateful to them and, of course… Cosmo and I train together on a regular basis. He pushes me to be better, to go harder than I could ever push myself. And finally, Marissa. She has become a good friend of mine and someone I trust implicitly; I can learn more in one session with her than some people learn in their entire lifetimes.
Reporter 4: It’s hard to escape the baby hints on social media, I have to ask...Are there wedding bells in your future?
Riley Savell: I said no questions about my personal life.
Reporter 4: I still had to try… Would you say being in a relationship with a wrestler makes things easier?
Riley sighs and rolls her eyes quickly.
Riley Savell: Look, that's still really a personal question...But I’ll give you a little something since I’m feeling generous right now. It has its highs and lows just like any relationship does. Of course, there are some things that we are able to be more understanding about because we both know how the industry works.
But at the same time, it can be easy to get very competitive with one another, which isn’t always a good thing. Overall though, wrestler or not. I have never been as happy as I am when I’m with him. Cosmo understands me in ways that no one else ever will. He is absolutely my soul mate, if that means wedding bells in the future?
You’ll just have to wait and see.
Reporter 1: You have quite the busy schedule, between your own matches and travelling with Cosmo. Do you think the heavy schedule has any bearing on your chances?
Riley Savell: Absolutely not. Just because I don’t constantly tweet gym selfies or ‘@’ gyms, doesn’t mean I'm not putting in that work. It just means I am confident enough in my training to not have to constantly advertise it for validation.
Reporter 5: You already covered that SILK will likely have the opinion that you’re nothing more than Cosmo Cooper’s girlfriend, but how much interest do you have in his opinion of you?
Riley Savell: None.
Riley looks around for a moment, its clear she is already getting bored.
Riley Savell: Last two questions.
Reporter 5: You’re no stranger to controversy and plenty of your matches have left people with a bad taste in their mouth… Are you planning any nasty surprises for SILK?
Riley Savell: Do I look like Dr. Evil to you? I’m not about to give away my entire match strat sat here. How fu***** stupid arey ou?! No.Shut up, Sit down. Last question ...literally ANYONE else?
Reporter 6: Any celebratory plans if you win?
Riley smirks, running her tongue over her lips she sighs.
Riley Savell: WHEN I win, celebrations will be loud and very… very memorable.
Before anyone can ask any follow ups Riley chuckles and stands up, walking off the stage.
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Post by silvereagle on Jul 28, 2019 10:48:16 GMT -5
There was the creak of footsteps on the stage, those in attendance turning their heads to see a black booted figure strolling across towards the podium. Dragged across the floor with them was a black flag, a kraken skull and crossbones upon it, and he lowered his aviator shades as he peered out into the vast sea of reporters. He was attired in a cream suit, a colourful Hawaiian shirt underneath emblazoned with the SAP logo, and he breathed in deeply. Many reporters raised their hands, eager to ask the former National and North American Champion questions, some even bellowing out enquiries about the infamous match with Elijah Carlson over a year ago. Brendan didn’t say a word, just standing there silently as he peered around the room, taking in every face in front of him. He readjusted his blazer jacket, before lowering his shades to peer out, his ice cold blues piercing each and every person that he glared at. A moment passed, as the reporters moved to a hushed silence, ears pricked up as they awaited to hear from the Irish Navigator. He leaned towards the microphone, removing his glasses as he stuffed them into his pocket.
Brendan Samuels: What is my name?
He said, cool and calm in his thick Southern Irish accent. A few members of the gathered press said his name, “Brendan” or “Brendan Samuels”, but this was hushed, low, each giving an affirmative answer.
Brendan Samuels: What is my name?
He said again, more feeling and volume behind it, rare power in the voice of the man who was so well known for being overly cool nature. Again, they repeated his name, some fans in attendance for the event much louder and more passionate than the reporters, who began to repeat his name over and over.
Brendan Samuels: WHAT IS MY NAME?!
“His Name Is Brendan” bellowed out as Samuels glared out into the crowds, the line repeating over and over as if it was thunder in the night sky.
Brendan Samuels: Ye know my name. Yer all knew my name then, ye will know it moreso now SAP is back. As for the names that decorate the first event in over a year, yer know who they are, yer know what they can do, and yer know what I am going to do.
He cracked a rare smile, his powerful arms opening wide as he addressed the gathered press.
Brendan Samuels: And whether it be a force to be reckoned with like Blaise Fader, whether it be a celebrated name like Riley Savell, a determined competitor like Venus or a cruel mind like CruZe, the names keep coming, all wanting a chance the reach the highest heights of Spirit and Pride. And I dinnae blame them, and I dinnae blame the lengths Melissa Reeves will inevitably attempt to go to when I step through those ropes and face her. She is someone I am more than familiar with as we both ply our trade in the Underground.
He leaned forward, his flag held high with a mighty fist as he took time to glare at each and every person in the room.
Brendan Samuels: But this ain’t the Underground. This ain’t the place for manipulation, mind games, corruption and deceit. There is no game playing here, no rebellion, no fight the power. This be the place of sport, of spirit, of pride. Blood, sweat, effort, skill and hard labour. This… is Home.
He said, his finger poking the flat surface of the podium, mouthing the word “Home” once more as he drilled his point.
Brendan Samuels: My name was made here. I were a decorated tag team specialist before I sailed into these parts, but here I honed my craft and this voyage I reached parts never seen before. This place helped make Brendan Samuels, and since day one, and forward into this reboot, this has been my home. The days of one and all demanding to be the ‘Face of SAP’ are long gone, the days of trying to curry favour are dead. Now is the time of Spirit and Pride to be put out in front of the whole world, not just the nation. And whether it be that The Krakon goes from National, to North American, then all the way to International… What will be, will be. Until the Ocean one day comes back to cover the whole World!
His eyes cast to the side, and the press knew he was eyeing out Elijah Carlson, an ominous message for the newly renamed ‘World Champion’. Brendan then turned back to the press
Brendan Samuels: I will take no questions, I will only bring ye answers. And it is time for world to discover that SAP is the home of Professional Wrestling…
He then put back on his shades, taking the flag in both hands as he raised it high above his head, letting each and every person in attendance, and those watching at home, take in this image.
Brendan Samuels: … And I am The Wrestling.
With that, Brendan nodded his head to the audience, before turning swiftly and leaving, the echoes of “His Name Is Brendan” echoing out behind him.
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Post by Melissa on Jul 28, 2019 10:56:24 GMT -5
As the others talked...and talked, Melissa Reeves sat back in her chair, feet up, nonchalantly looking out at the assembled press and sea of cameras all pointed at the stage. Some points of her rivals' words draw her mockery or even mimicry as she copied their mannerisms, amusing herself if nothing else. Finally her turn came and she slowly sat forward, fixing the microphone on her table after her feet knock it a little sideways.
Reporter #1: "Melissa, this is your second time in SAP. Will it be different to the first?"
Reeves scoffed.
Melissa: "Yes. Obviously, you idiot. So it's true that in 2016 I sat before you, or...well, some of you, just like this and I introduced myself as a relative unknown. Now here, in 2019, that isn't necessary because you all know who I am, you all know why I'm here. It's already different."
She adjusted the microphone a little again, looking out at the audience.
Melissa: "My first run was far too short, something I aim to rectify this time out. I'm here for keeps this time."
Reporter #2: "What do you say to reports that you only rejoined because you were sick of SAP being the weakest part of your recent career?"
Sitting back into her seat, clearly relaxed, Reeves laughed.
Melissa: "Two matches, a win and loss, is the weakest part of my career? Hah, yeah, okay. Do you know how many of the knuckleheads here are sat talking themselves up having done next to nothing in the time since I was here? Hmm? I might have missed out on SAP's history in the main, but I went and made history elsewhere. I'm still winning wherever I go - didn't you see me just win the Battle for the Briefcase tournament in Millennium? Or miss that I'm going to main event Underground's gigantic upcoming show, a match for their top title? Christ."
She shook her head, mockingly laughing.
Melissa: "Those are facts, son. Facts that show that right now I'm soaring upward. Ever upward."
Reporter #3: "Your first SAP match pits you against Brendan Samuels. What are your thoughts?"
She shrugged.
Melissa: "Looks it's cool and all, dude's a decently well known name and he's achieved in his time. He's got his shtick - I mean hell, listen to how he talks. THE KRAKEN!!"
She mockingly waves her arms like tentacles and laughs.
Melissa: "It's a gimmick, it's all just a gimmick. You know something? Gimmicks are for weak people who need to deflect from their abilities, to hide that they don't cut it. Me? I let me results speak for themselves. He might talk about this not being Underground, and he's not wrong, but I'll be above him in the pecking here just as I am there."
Reporter #3: "It sounds like you're taking him lightly?"
Melissa: "What?"
Laughing loudly, she waved the reporter away.
Melissa: "Sit down you idiot. Anyone who knows anything about me will know I take every match, every opponent, every scenario seriously. I research, I learn and adapt. I'm where I am now because while I may get knocked back at times, I always find a way to overcome. And not in a put that in a t-shirt and make is a slogan kind of way, but in a very real none of my enemies are still standing kind of way. You know how many times I've been put down and stayed down?"
She waited, looking at the crowd. Nobody answered.
Melissa: "Yeah, exactly, none. So take him lightly? Nope. I simply understand what needs to be done and how to do it."
Reporter #4: "Well I don't know about overlooking him at all, you sound supremely confident though."
Reeves cut in.
Melissa: "I am."
She then smiled. The reporter waited before continuing.
Reporter #4: "The rebirth of SAP has seen you toward the top of the card and in this tournament; your position here is clear, but who do you see as the major threats?"
Melissa: "Look, if you don't think anyone in that ring is a threat then you're either a rookie or a fool. Are some a bigger threat than others? Yeah, sure. But do I need to feed their fragile egos? Na. See, that's giving the game away, that's giving them warning that I'll go at them even harder than normal - and why the hell would I be here helping anyone but me? Sure...there are some people I don't mind, a couple I even like, but plenty I can't stand."
She sat back again, hands in her hoody pockets.
Reporter #5: "This tournament aside, what are your main aspirations for your time in SAP?"
She shook her head and muttered to herself.
Melissa: "Pay attention fella, my goal is always the same. Victory, success, glory and legacy by any means necessary."
She shrugged and sat back, feet up again, as the press officer declared her time done.
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Cartier
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Ca$h Monii Babii
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Post by Cartier on Jul 28, 2019 11:00:00 GMT -5
Cartier finds herself in an uncomfortable position behind a bank of microphones with reporters who have already had their fill of mouthy wrestlers and quite honestly just over the attitudes and egos that come along with them.
💎CARTIER💎: "Sup y'all? Short an' sweet, SILK buyin' me dinner."
"Cartier, I have a question ... why should SAP fans expect anything from you as a singles competitor when you didn't get anything done last time, and have been a bit of a disappoinment without a partner as of late?"
Cartier stares daggers through the reporter.
💎CARTIER💎: "This shit's over. You can see for y'all selves when I win the TV Title, an' then ask me that question again. SAP is like home to me, this ain't like nowhere else. Disrespectful ass fuckboy. Interview over."
Cartier kicks the dais and storms off, leaving a roomful of confused reporters.
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Post by Aella Foley on Jul 28, 2019 11:45:31 GMT -5
Aella just blinked, looking around to see the few wrestlers left besides her. Really? That many storming off? In a fit of faux-rage, she batted her bottle of water over with her right hand and stood up! Unfortunately, being 5'5" meant that her standing up wasn't at all that dramatic.
Aella Foley: "Grr. Arrgh. I'm storming off stage t-- kidding. I've got to take a piss because of all this fucking water. I'll be back."
Cue her stage left exit, presumably to find a bathroom. Hey, man. She'd drank like, four bottles of water while sitting there.
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