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Post by Josh Duncan on Sept 3, 2014 15:43:57 GMT -6
1 RP Max. 300 word minimum. Deadline is September 17th at 11:59 PM Eastern.
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Post by savannah on Sept 18, 2014 21:06:04 GMT -6
"So, looks like I travelled all around the world, just to find my next opponent has been in my back yard all this time."
Fade in on a private gym- looking so much like it's in a large room in someone's house because, well, it is.... Savannah is sitting at a weight bench, wiping sweat from her body as she apparently has just paused in her preparations for Mayhem.
"Not that there was any chance of her path and mine crossing until now. I'm sure that a second genner like Anya wouldn't be caught dead in the places I learned to fight, long before I ever thought of going pro.
Sorry about the look, by the way. I'm on a tight schedule in my own federation, with a big match comeing up at the end of this week so, well I'm sure you understand.
Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you have gotten your hair mussed and your fingernails bloody while fighting bitches that mean to leave you a bloody mess in the street. Nothing in your bio says you did- or you didn't. Just that you want to 'make daddy happy' by winning a belt.
Not that there's anything wrong with that either. I want to do that too, although my daddy wasn't so thrilled about my choice of career- or hobby for that matter. ever since I was 14.
When did the urge to fight hit you Anya? When did you first decide to go out and see if you could survive the night? Or decide to enter a nice safe gym and start working toward your goal?"
Sav glances at a tablet in her hand, smirking.
"I took a look at your bio. Nice ass, by the way. The mark of a good wrestler, knowing what's going to draw the crowds."
Savannah shakes her head.
"No... let me take that back. I've been around the block in this business too many times to know what happens. You probably took a dozen pictures showing you showing off the business end of your physique- and some hormone drunk assistant went for the fapbait. Hell, I started out my own career wresting another woman in the sand in bikinis!"
Savannah enjoys the memory for a moment then chuckles.
"Not that I minded in the lieast. Hell, I'd fight naked- if it meant that I'd be fighting!
God, I hope Rissi doesn't see this. He'd put me in two gangbang matches already..."
Savannah puts the tablet down and begins to adjust the weight on the bench, raising it higher bafore sitting down on the bench again, smiling.
"Anyway, When we do meet later this month, hopefully I'll be totaing a newly won title around my waist. You know, the kind you say you're jonesing for?
Maybe I'll let you touch it.
See you soon, honey."
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Post by scarlettbandit on Sept 18, 2014 21:51:28 GMT -6
[align=center]Prologue[/align]
Anya Makarov was on a mission to revitalize her father's legacy. Her father, Sergei Makarov, was a wrestler in the USSR towards it's latter years, and was on a record of 14-0, however, his athletic prowess also acquired the attention of the Russian government. Instead of continuing a career in professional wrestling, he was put into the Soviet Army and achieved the rank of Spetsnaz, which is the Russian equivalent of a Green Beret in America.
While he looks back with little to no regrets, Anya feels like her father was stripped of something he could have achieved so much in. She began her journey to bring gold to her family's name a year ago, and while she's come close, she has yet to achieve the success she craves. Despite wrestling with EWE, she decided to delve into a more independent scene. And thus, she has settled into the Professional Wrestling Project. This would be a place where she could see her own strength against numerous people from around the world.
Her first opponent would be a woman known only as Savannah. Either she has an ego so high, she believes herself to be a one name person, like Cher, or she has barely any credibility at all to make her last name worth mentioning. Regardless of the reasons why, her name won't matter, because there is one that will break out... and that name is Makarov. She heads to New Jersey, looking for a fresh start, and a place to show her natural wrestling prowess. Can she make a strong showing? Or will her rebellious nature be quelled?
[align=center]Scene #1: Revolution Calling[/align]
As a promotional bit on PWP's website, there is a video feed of one of Savannah's matches. However, it appeared as if it were being cut into, like it was being hacked at the moment it was viewed. Static filled the screen, before it goes to a shade of crimson. A black anarchy sign forms from the background, as we see Anya emerging onto the screen, speaking about her opponent.
Anya Makarov "Voice of Rebellion"
Professional Wrestling Project, a new front of battle for me, however, it's a brave new world for me to enter. Unlike other places, this has no corporate input. There are no sponsors wishing to censor our thoughts, and control how we act. This is a beautiful place, where the world can see us wrestle at our finest, with little to no outside interference from corrupted members of management. It is a place I can easily see as home. Back home, in Russia, a person would be killed for trivial things, such as homosexual desires, or questioning the authority of it's government.
But, here, there is freedom. No shackles to bind us, and only a place where the best can truly outshine the others, with no outside interference. I plan on showing my dominance soon, but, I have a small speed bump I must take care of first.
Anya speaks firmly, shifting gears to her opponent for the week.
However, I face against the likes of a woman who craves the spotlight. A person who believes that she deserves power, just because she exists. But, Savannah, power corrupts those who use it for themselves.
She closed a fist, slowly, making dramatic gestures while she speaks on Savannah.
Savannah, you can crave power all that you want. But, you fight for selfish reasons. You fight to create your own empire, despite the fact that your motivations to wrestle are less than admirable. I, on the other hand, am here for the people. I am here to ensure that no one will attempt to control this federation, and people like you, Savannah, will fail in your quest for gold.
Anya says with an attitude, before pointing in the direction of the screen, speaking directly to Savannah.
This sport is in my blood, and everywhere I've gone, I've heard every excuse in the books. You're too small. You're too young. You're not pretty enough. Your breasts are too small. Literally, every excuse to why people would not accept me in this business, other than any actual reasons to wrestling. I am a machine, and I have earned my accolades, and various aliases through my young career. So, go ahead. Make excuses, see if it helps you. Because, at the end of the night, PWP has given me an opportunity to succeed. And I'm going to make every chance of that opportunity. Heed my words, Savannah... at PWP 11, you'll learn first hand that no matter what, even if you can silence a revolutionary, you can not stop a revolution. Voice of Rebellion, out!
Anya's feed began to fade out, as what was left was a flashing anarchy sign, before announcing her arrival to PWP across the screen.
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