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PWP: The Holiday Special - Taryn Robinson vs Frankie Emerson Jul 4, 2014 15:17:11 GMT -6

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Post by Josh Duncan on Jul 4, 2014 15:17:11 GMT -6

FRANKIE EMERSON RP

[The scene opens with a shot of pure blackness. After a few moments, we hear the corny keys of “Joy to the world” begin to play, and we fade in on a scene of a large stage. On the stage there are three signs(two sitting on sign-holders on opposite sides of the stage and one giant one hanging from the roof right in the middle of them) in front of a large cliché red curtain/carpet combination. The far right sign reads “YOU CAN DO IT!”, the far left sign reads “REACH FOR THE STARS!”, and the middle reads “MERRY CHRISTMAS: FRANKIE EMERSONS WOMENS APPRECIATION CEREMONY!”. “Joy to the world continues to play as a middle aged man walks out onto the stage and to a small podum. The man wearing a tacky Christmas sweater, “Grinch that stole Christmas” pajama bottoms, and of course a pair of pink antlers atop his head. He stands for a moment looking incredibly unpleased with his current situation, before pulling out a sheet of paper. He sighs for a moment, and begins to read in the most unenthused voice possible.]

Man: Hello ladies and gentleman, those of you who follow the Pro Wrestling Smarks international know that I am their backstage interview specialist, Brandon--*sigh*… Brando Harris. But for those of you who don’t follow PWSi… Salutations.

[Brandon clearly didn’t write this note himself.]

Brandon Harris: I’m here tonight to introduce you to a man who is single handedly changing the face of professional wrestling every single day. He’s a loving, handsome, caring, honest, handsome, charitable, strong, smart, handsome… and modest man. He’s a man that believes that women have more to offer than just staying in the kitchen, cleaning the house, and giving us back rubs. I mean, we men can’t birth babies so somebody has to right?—what the-

[We hear a voice from behind the curtain whisper angerly “Read the lines!”. Brandon sighs again before turning the piece of paper over.]

Brandon Harris: He’s a man who thinks so much of women that he has even let some of them get victories over him out of pitty. That list includes women like Trisha Lee Moore, Alexis *sigh* Makeinbabiesandsandwhiches, that one Russow girl, and others. That’s right folks they weren’t better than Frankie, it was just him giving them absolute pitty wins. So without further ado, making his way to the podium, weighing in at a manly hunk of 220 pounds. He’s ‘The Face’ of wrestling and now… argh… and now ‘The Face’ of fairness. Frankie “The Face” Emerson.

[“Joy to the world” switches into “What a man” by Salt-N-Peppa as Frankie Emerson walks out from behind the curtains and onto the stage. He has on a shirt that reads “I’m IT”, and a pair of jeans with four stars circling his groin, and also has a small beagle(who is wearing a Christmas hat). He holds up his hands, smiling at the obviously fake clapping that was dubbed in considering we haven’t panned back far enough to even prove there’s a crowd, and gives Brandon a manly handshake. Brandon goes and sits on the side of the stage, taking off his antlers as he sits down in a small metal chair. Frankie shoots him a hateful look, making Brandon sigh once more and put the antlers back on. Frankie then clears his throat, beginning to speak while petting the beagle.]

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: Hello all my adoring fans! Welcome to the first annual Frankie Emerson “Women’s appreciation day”! I’m your host Frankie Emerson! I’d like to thank my best friend in the entire world for being here today with me. I’ve been up and down the road with him, spent a lot of time with him, and he’s really become like a brother to me.

[Brandon seems to actually be emotionally moved by this. Frankie usually didn’t talk this way about him.]

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: I know I usually don’t tell him this, so I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you… Charles Barkley!

[Frankie holds up the dog in his hands, as Brandon Harris hangs his head in shame. Authors Note: For those of you lucky enough not to have caught this the first time around, I’m rehashing this awful pun. Frankie Emerson did indeed name his dog “Charles BARKley”. Bark, like the sound a dog makes… but it’s also a famous basketball player. You’re welcome.]

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: I’d like to thank my other animal friends that I’ve morally adopted, because fans love animals. My deer LeFawn James, my bull Michael Gorethem. And of course my water friend Eel O’Neil. (Authors Note: I’m so sorry.) Oh yeah and thanks to Brando for coming here and finally doing something productive. ANYWAYS. I’m here tonight for two reasons, one is to promote my upcoming match with what was her name Brando? Nevermind I remember. Taryn “sooo Dumpy” Robinson!

[Brandon tries to mutter out “That’s not her nickname…” but Frankie doesn’t listen to him.]

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: But mostly to thank all of you women for everything you do! I mean you do all the things Brando mentioned earlier, cooking cleaning and birfing babies; but you do so much more. You um… you make good nurses! Yeah! And um… you know… you’re really good at *cough cough*. SO YEAH CONGRATS! But this is also going to be a motivational speech, because women don’t get the credit they rightfully deserve. So I want to remind you all of two things! YOU CAN DO IT! JUST REACH FOR THE STARS!

[Frankie backs up, setting down Charles and getting out from behind the podium. He nods down at his shirt that reads “IT”, and thrusts his hips disgustingly that have the stars tapped on them.]

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: One more time ladies. You can do IT… just REACH… with your hands… for the STARS.

Brandon Harris(muttering again): Yeah they get it. You’re so cleaver and not creepy at all.

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: But I digress! Women of wrestling, you need to understand that while I’m a very generous man, I can’t always let you all win when we face eachother. I know it’s a good ego boost, and I know it’s super nice of me, but this is a competitive business. So Taryn this is directed towards you, because come PWP this isn’t just any ordinary match. This is a big publicized match and if I do well they might invite me back to more PWP shows that are, as you know, broadcasted through a ton of different federations throughout the world! So many more of my fans will get to see me! Just think of it that way Taryn, when you inevitably lose to me, you’ll be making little Timmy and Suzy’s dreams come true because all they want is to see me. Doesn’t that make you feel better and put you at ease? Knowing that you’ll be contributing to making the world a better place? Because we all know that there isn’t a person in this world that doesn’t love them some Frankie Emerson. In time Taryn, I think you too will come to grow found of Frankie; that is after you get over me beating your rather attractive rear-end around the ring.

[Frankie smiles as if he just said he sweetest thing possible.]

Frankie “The Face” Emerson: So Taryn I will see you at the PWP show, and to all my die-hard fans, I know you’re looking forward to seeing ME at PWP. So one more time before I go! And this goes for you too Taryn… you know… cuzyou’rehotandIwouldn’tmindyoudoingthis… you can do IT… just reach for the STARS!

[What a man plays again, and Frankie slides off behind the curtain. Brandon murmurs and walks back to the podium with his piece of paper in hand. He, again, begins to read words clearly written by Frankie.]

Brandon Harris: Wow, what a focused, endearing, handsome man Frankie Emerson is. I feel bad for Taryn come the PWP show. Frankie is really going to… really?

Frankie “The Face” Emerson(behind the curtain): Say it! Say it now!

Brandon Harris: *Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh* Frankie is really going to beat her like a women would beat an egg. You know… when she’s in the kitchen. Thank you all for joining us here tonight, and remember. Frankie Emerson loves you all; even if you are underachieving, underdeserving, overpushed females. … That’s real nice. Goodbye all.

[“Joy to the world” plays again as the scene slowly fades to black.]

Last Edit: Jul 4, 2014 15:17:47 GMT -6 by Josh Duncan

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PWP: The Holiday Special - Taryn Robinson vs Frankie Emerson Jul 4, 2014 15:18:15 GMT -6

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Post by Josh Duncan on Jul 4, 2014 15:18:15 GMT -6

TARYN ROBINSON RP

“Who knew that one idea could relaunch an entire career.”

That’s all that the beautiful Taryn could think about. In the last two months, she had gone from what seemed to be retirement to getting back into the ring for the first time in almost a year. Nothing could stand in the way of her triumphant return to what she loved to do, wrestling in that squared circle. Granted, her return won’t exactly be on a big platform like her last attempt at returning to the ring, but it’s a start. She never dreamed that she would be stepping back into the ring after her flubbed attempt at getting back into wrestling via an all female federation. Quite frankly, she felt as if being involved in an all female federation was the equivalent of being a penny… in a stack of pennies. Being original and innovative is nearly impossible whenever everyone in the company has a pussy. In the five years of her professional career, Taryn has always been someone who could stick out in the divas locker room. It’s just a little hard when the entire roster in the company is made of all the same anatomy as you. She didn’t last two matches with the company before she left, but something has revived her seemingly dying career…

“It Wasn’t Supposed to Happen.”

The scene opens up in a beautiful room that has a huge king sized bed in it. The bed is dressed with a pink and zebra print bedspread. All ten pillows on the bed match the pattern of the spread. There are many pictures on the wall, most of which are personal pictures with friends and family. In the center of the wall, there is a picture of Taryn standing on the second rope with the XWA Women’s Championship on her shoulder and a huge smile on her face. Under the photo, there is a replica of the title belt mounted on the wall. The beautiful brunette simply known as Taryn walks into the room and looks over at the wall. She stares intently at the picture of herself holding the title with a smile on her face. After staring at the picture for a few seconds she reaches under it and pulls the title from under it. Suddenly, Taryn drops the title on the ground and breathes a deep sigh when her phone rings. Seemingly snapping out of a coma, Taryn quickly walks over to her bed and picks up her phone. Looking down at it for a second, she quickly answers it and places it up to her right ear.

“Hello.”

A soft voice is heard over the other end of the phone. The voice is that of Libby Marcil, a young woman that Taryn has been helping train for the last seven months.

“Hey, Taryn, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Taryn sits on her bed and after Libby is finished speaking, she promptly answers.

“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

Taryn lies down on the bed and places her hands behind her head. She intently listens to what her blonde haired friend has to say.

“Well, I know that you said you were pretty much done with wrestling, but I don’t think you’re making the right decision.”

A quizzical look comes over Taryn’s face. She is intrigued by the reason Libby is bringing this up.

“And why do you think that, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Libby can be heard clearing her throat through the phone. She takes a few seconds before she speaks.

“Well, you know I’ve been training with you for over half a year now. I just feel to believe that you could go for another few years. You shouldn’t have to end your career at the point that It’s in right now, all over one flubbed match.”

After taking a few seconds to digest the information, Taryn quickly responds.

“It’s over for me Lib, I can’t seriously see myself going back on the road for two hundred something days of the year. That just can’t happen with me, I’m thirty one years old. I don’t know too many companies that are itching to hire a woman over the age of twenty five. It just doesn’t work that way, and if I do get hired I’ll be used as an enhancement talent.”

Libby lets out a small chuckle. Leaving Taryn baffled, she quickly speaks.

“Do I want to know why you’re laughing?”

Libby clears her throat.

“It’s not anything bad, I just don’t think you know what you’re talking about. You aren’t geriatric, you’re just thirty one. Thirty one year olds are doing a lot in the world of sports, you know that. You can’t even run for president until you’re thirty five so there is nothing wrong with being a wrestler in your thirties.”

Taryn shakes her head. Waiting a few seconds, she responds.

“Look, I don’t feel comfortable talking about being a wrestler that’s a tad bit older, to a twenty two year old. I’ll see you at the gym soon, make sure you bring your A game.”

Libby again laughs, and after a few seconds, she speaks.

“Okay, not a problem, you know I always bring it. See you soon.”

Taryn removes the phone from her ear and hangs up. She throws it back on the bed before she gets up. She looks around the room for a few seconds before she lays back down in her bed. Grabbing a pillow from behind her, she places it on her head. After a brief moment, she begins to scream. The screaming last for a few seconds before she pulls the zebra printed pillow from over her head. Taking a few deep breaths, she gets up from her bed.

“Times have changed, people have changed, and everything in this big old fucking world has changed. I wish I could go back to that time where I was just this beautiful young woman who had a future ahead of her. Quite frankly, I think I’ve done everything I wanted to do in wrestling. I’ve gotten signed by a major promotion, I’ve been able to get into the ring with hall of famers, Hell, and I’ve even been able to have some of the best matches that the company has ever seen as far as the female competitors are concerned. Like I said, I love this business. I never thought that I would reach the success that I have, but I’m incredibly grateful for having what I done. I’m also thankful for having the fans that have supported my throughout my incredible journey over the last five plus years. I can honestly say, I think this journey is over for me. I thank you all, but this is the end of Taryn.”

What in the hell was I thinking? Was all that Taryn could think, three months ago she made the stupidest decision of her life by posting that on her official facebook page. Posting that would probably put a nail in any career coffin. The acknowledgment that your career is over wouldn’t exactly make anyone want to contact you for a booking. Taryn was always someone who was known for jumping the gun in most important situations. It was something that always plagued her life both personally and professionally. Why Libby thought that Taryn had a chance at getting back in the business in itself was a big mystery, but she just couldn’t go without knowing what Libby’s reasoning was behind her statements.

“You Have Done Too Much Already”

The scene opens up at a studio. The studio is rather bland, there are pictures on the wall, but that’s the only touch of pizzazz it possesses. When Taryn walks into the studio, she is shocked to see Libby standing there with a smile on her face. With a quizzical expression on her face, Taryn quickly asks her a question.

“Why in the hell did you want to meet me here? I thought you wanted to meet me at the gym?”

Libby keeps her smile firmly planted on her face. She walks over to Taryn and grabs her right arm, she drags her over to a couch.

“Take a seat.”

With a deep sigh, Taryn reluctantly takes a seat. Crossing her right leg over her other, she quickly looks over at Libby and begins to speak.

“Okay, spill it what do you want?”

Libby takes a seat, the smile on her face becomes a more serious look. Flicking her hair off of her shoulder, she speaks to Taryn in an stern tone.

“Okay, I know you said you’re done, but I don’t think you should be. I really don’t, you have a lot left in you and I know it. I don’t know where you got this stupid idea stuck in your head that you are simply too old to wrestle, but you are dead fucking wrong. You are thirty one, last time I check that isn’t old at all. Even if you are an older female wrestler, you still have the physical capabilities. You are a fantastic wrestler, you can still go. You do with me every time we train. You just have to have that confidence in yourself, like I have in you.”

Taking a deep breath, Taryn crosses her arms over her chest. She looks at Libby with almost no emotion before she begins to speak.

“Are you serious about that? I know I’ve been in the ring with you, but you should know that I’m not taking it to you like I would in active competition. I’m not just going to do that to you, I just don’t think I have that in me anymore.”

Libby simply rolls her eyes. Taryn gives her a stern look, with a softened tone Libby speak.

“Okay, I guess I shouldn’t have rolled me eyes, but I know that you feel like you can’t do it anymore. I just know that you can.”

After a few seconds of silence, Taryn replies.

“How do you know that?”

Libby smiles.

“Because, I kind of arranged something for you, I hope that you aren’t upset about it.”

Taryn’s eyes get bigger. She looks at Libby before she speaks.

“Okay, what did you do? If you did something that involves me making a commitment, I swear to god I will kill you. What did you do? I want to know what.”

A smile comes over Taryn’s face. She grabs Libby’s right hand before she starts to speak.

“You know what, you’re right. I should give this one more shot.”

Taryn hugs Libby. The two stay in the embrace for a few seconds as the scene fades.

“That’s right ladies and gentleman! I’m going to be having my first match in almost a year! I know that you all have to be as excited as I am. I wish that I could honestly say that I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never step foot in a ring again, but you all know I’m a notorious liar (or used to be). Well, I’m going to be stepping in the ring for a special with PWP. I’m going to be stepping into the ring against someone I’ve never faced, quite frankly, it’s someone I don’t even know. All I know is he’s about to step into the ring with someone who is about as hungry as she’s ever been. I’m sorry that it had to be you, but hey, at least you get to step into the ring with someone as sexy as me. #DirrtyMindsDirrtyIntentions

With Love,

#TarynSooDirrty

“All Eyes On Me”

The scene opens up backstage at the Holiday Special. There is a special area backstage designed with many holiday items. From Christmas trees to giant candy canes. The arena is decked out in all of the season’s best. In the center of the tree stands Taryn. She is wearing a traditional santa’s little helpers outfit and a hat on her head. A smile is on her face as she places a candy cane in her mouth. Her right hand is firmly on her hip as she begins to speak.

“Well, well, well tis the season! For all of you who don’t know me, my name is Taryn Robinson. I’ve been wrestling for a good… five years now. I’m known the world over as XWA’s resident Dirrty Diva. Tonight, I’m here for one night only, to show all of you what the members of XWA can do! I have been someone who could go from being sexy… to competing in a barbed wire filled matchup.”

Taryn flicks her hair and takes the candy cane away from her mouth. She lets out a soft laugh.

“Now, tonight I get to step into the ring with a man by the name of Frankie Emerson. Frankie darling, you know I’ve been hearing a lot about you. You don’t like women’s wrestling, you are a bigot essentially. You don’t realize that we are just athletes just like you men. You don’t realize that we do more than kick you in the balls and yell ‘that’s my purse!’ We are just as tough as you gentleman. Now, I know that where you compete makes you face women, so you probably already know that. Honey, let me tell you something. Gone are the days of Lucy and Ethel. We don’t just stay at home and get involved in a bunch of shenanigans. We are all important things in the world, and guess what? We can be better athletes than men.”

Turning to her right, Taryn looks at the Christmas tree with a smile. She grabs a pink ornament from the tree and holds in her hand. She turns back towards the camera before she looks down at her bust. She places the bulb square in the middle of her top between her breasts, then begins to speak.

“Let me just make one thing clear, Frankie, you are going to be getting in the ring with a true femme fatale. I don’t know what kind of women they have you facing down where you are, but they are nothing compared to me. I’m going to take you to your limit. After I’m done with you, you can walk out with your head held high, you will forever know that you lost to a true dirrty diva…see you out there.”

The beautiful brunette takes the bulb from her bust. With a smile she tosses it into the air, letting it fall to the ground. She shrugs her shoulders before she blows a single kiss the camera. She then leaves off the camera as the scene cuts.[/color]

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