Combat Arts & Wrestling 1.6

“Viva, Las Vegas! A viva… A viva… A Las Vegas!”

Our story begins with our intrepid hero speeding down a dusty dirt road in the darkness of night. The wheels of his old, white van sent clouds of dust and gravel up behind it as it sped down the road, the sound of the stereo barely audible over the sound of our hero’s voice singing with the stereo.

Our intrepid hero here is of course, Jake Morrison, otherwise known as Krash. Dressed in a white jacket with a black tie, black pants, and red sneakers, his sea-green eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, his deep-purple hair brushed back as he sang the final line in the Las Vegas song. He was sitting back in the front passenger seat of his van, his feet propped up on the dashboard as he waved along with the tune with his hands, as if he were the conductor in an orchestra.

And who was driving the van, I hear you ask? Why, that would be Krash’s close friend Sylvester Ford. Still going by the notion that Krash should be banned from driving, no matter where or when, Sylvester had almost punched Krash when the latter wanted to drive. Instead, he politely explained that he didn’t want to die in a fiery car accident, instead opting to meet his demise thanks to sexual over-stimulation. This explanation was lost on Krash, but it did give Sylvester a chance to push his younger companion out of the driver’s seat.

Sylvester focused on the road in front of him and tried to resist the urge to knock his friend unconscious. Dressed in a black hoodie jumper and thick black pants, Sylvester quietly pondered the advantages and disadvantages of knocking Krash out.


ADVANTAGES:
-It’ll shut him up.

DISADVANTAGES:
-When he comes to, he’ll be more louder and obnoxious than before.

“I am a superstar,
With a big big house and a big big car,
I am a superstar,
And I don’t care who you are….”

“Oh, dear god.” Sylvester moaned as the stereo skipped to Superstar by Toybox, and Krash began to sing with that too. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Yeah, funky music time!” Krash shouted as an instrumental part of the song followed. This caused Krash to have a seizure. That or some kind of jerky dance move.

Sylvester quickly ejected the CD and threw it out the window.

“Hey, that was one of my mix CDs.” Krash whined, paused mid-dance with one arm raised comically towards the roof. He lowered his arm back down, and whipped his sunglasses off. “What’d you do that for?”

“Number one, that music is terrible. Number two, I am not going to let myself be seen in public with you dancing like that. Number three, it’s 11 at night, why the fuck are you wearing sunglasses?”

“The real question here is, why aren’t YOU wearing sunglasses at 11 at night?”

“Because I don’t aspire to look like a gigantic tool.”

“Touché, Sylvester. Touché.” Krash nodded, and put his sunglasses back on, leaning back into the seat back in his previous position, feet on the dashboard and arms behind head.

“Besides,” Sylvester added. “We’re almost here. Just over this ridge…” Sylvester trailed off as the van passed over the ridge, and they caught sight of the bright neon Las Vegas lights for the first time.

The following ten minutes was spent with Krash uttering ‘Woah’ every twelve seconds at the bright lights.

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“Wait, twelve minutes? Twelve minutes of you saying ‘Woah’ over and over again?”

“Twelve or thirteen. Somewhere in the double digits.” Krash mused, shrugging.

“Honestly, it was more like twenty.” Sylvester mumbled. “Either way, the option of knocking you out became very promising for those twenty minutes.”

“So what happened next?” Alyster Black asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“If you quieten down, I’ll tell you.” Krash said. Alyster simply nodded in response, and Krash resumed his story.


Red and blue flashing lights suddenly filled the rear-view mirror, accompanied by the wailing siren of a police car.

“Damnit.” Sylvester swore, turning to the side of the road.

“High-speed car chase! HIGH-SPEED CAR CHASE!” Krash squealed excitedly, clapping his hands.

“Not today, Shortstop.” Sylvester replied, slowing the van down.. Krash frowned, then pouted, then crossed his arms as the car halted. The siren behind them stopped wailing, but the red and blue police lights continued flashing as the sound of the police car behind them stopped, followed by a car door slamming shut and footsteps approaching them sounded. Sylvester wound down his window, just in time for the police officer to shine a flashlight at his eyes.

“You been drinking?” A woman’s voice said, causing Sylvester to immediately grin.

“You look tired, hon.” Sylvester drawled. “Probably cos you’ve been running through my mind all day.”


“You seriously tried that pickup line?” Alyster had to try hard not to laugh. “That’s one of the lamest pick-up lines ever. Of all time.”

“Shut up, Mask.” Sylvester scowled. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Observe what happened next, and you’ll figure it out.”


“Oh my.” The police officer, a busty young woman, swooned at Sylvester’s remark. “Take me now, you handsome man!” She squealed, ripping her police blouse off and-


“That didn’t happen!” Krash said, sounding almost mortified.

“Hey, don’t ruin it for Skully here.” Sylvester replied, sounding a little miffed. “I think he came that close to having an orgasm.”

“I’m telling the story!” Krash exclaimed in all seriousness.

“I’m making it interesting!” Sylvester replied, also in seriousness. Krash scowled at Sylvester, before continuing the story with what really happened.


“You look tired, hon.” Sylvester drawled. “Probably cos you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

The police officer, a youngish woman who was not quite as busty as Sylvester made her out to be, rolled her eyes and glared at the man she had just pulled over. “Look, I have been working nonstop for the past eleven and a half hours. I lost my donut, I spilled my coffee all over the front seat, and I feel so irritable that if you make another half-assed pickup line like that, I’ll toss you in a cell where all the rapists and murderers are pining for new meat.”

Sylvester quietly squeaked, then nodded in understanding.

“Great, now that that’s out of the way… Have any of you been drinking?” She asked, and Krash wordlessly tossed an empty can of Pepsi in her direction. Sadly, it hit Sylvester in the side of the head, and Krash quickly grinned apologetically when Sylvester glared at him.

“I see.” The police officer nodded, as if receiving advice from a wise sage. “Well, if I arrest you two now, that’ll mean another load of paperwork back at the office. Consider you both lucky.” She said, then began walking back to her car.

“Phew. She’s a feisty one.” Sylvester said after breathing a sigh of releif. “And got a nice ass to boot.”

“I heard that!” The police officer shouted, and with a quick squeak, sounding most like a rat, Sylvester stomped on the accelerate handle and sped away before the officer could throw him in with the hungry rapists and murderers.


Alyster laughed as Sylvester turned a beetroot red, and smacked Krash across the back of the head.

“I did not squeak like a rat!” He cried, indignantly. “I made a manly surprised sound and calmly drove away!”

This only caused Alyster to laugh even more.

The sound of someone knocking on the door reached the trio’s ears, and Krash got up to walk around Alyster and Sylvester (the former laughing as he dodged the latter’s attempts to throttle him), and opened the door. “Yeah?”

“Mr. Krash? The cameras are ready to record your Jacoby Jackson promo.” An official-looking official said, motioning to a small stage set up with a blood-red backdrop and a lilac purple carpet draped in front of it.

“Cheers, Mike.” Krash nodded, and with a ‘be right back’ shouted at Alyster and Sylvester, he exited his room and approached the stage.

“Camera’s ready.” The cameraman said as Krash took him place in the middle of the stage. “In three… two… one… Action!”

“Hey CAW fans.” Krash waved at the camera. “’The White Wolf’ Krash here, bringing you the best part of the week, my promo. Today, I shall be focusing on one Jacoby Jackson, or as he’s more commonly called, ‘The Dick with a Douche name,’ ‘Nathan Harter’s Bitch’, or, more simply, ‘Who’s That Guy?’. Sorry, I can’t help you with that. His promos are more boring than watching paint dry. When I’m having trouble getting to sleep, I count Jacoby Jacksons, and BAM! Out like a light. He cured my insomnia, so I’ll give him that. As to his in-ring skills, well… If he’s being trained by Nathan Harter, then you’ve got to ask the question of his sanity. Usually, people would like to be trained by successfully people, failing that, at least those with decent in-ring skills. You see that Nathan nor Jacoby nor that other guy they had in their threesome fall into any of these categories. And I doubt they ever will.”

Krash simply nodded and signaled for the camera to cut off, which did so.

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NOTE: Part 2 of Krash’s trip to Vegas will be posted next week. I didn’t realize how late it was when I worked on it. Also, sorry for kinda rushing it at the end. Once again, I had no idea what the time was and just wanted this posted at any rate.

Alyster Black Presents: Ch. VII

Legend
italics = Alyster's thoughts
bold = actions/descriptions
red = Alyster's dialog



OOC: Didn't have the motivation this week...

An Aesha RP: After The Fall.

Some said that I wasn’t interested enough in my match against Kayla last week, and that’s the reason why I lost. Some said that maybe I should have thought about the match more; that I should have gotten more pumped up before the match had started. Some said that I didn’t show as much intensity as Kayla did. And to these people, I say FUCK YOU.

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The scene opens to a room at Hartford Civic Center, where the CAW 1.6 show is going to be held at. Aesha and Ella DeMarco are each sitting on a director chair, and both are getting prepared for the interview by their own make-up assistants. A crew member tells the ladies that everything is ready, and gives the two a minute to straighten themselves up and for their assistants to leave before the camera starts rolling.

Ella DeMarco: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m currently with Aesha, and we will be discussing her match last week and her upcoming match this week. So, Aesha.. how do you feel about your loss to Kayla, knowing that she has cheated to get the win over you?

Rolling her eyes, Aesha speaks - her voice full of sincerity.

Aesha: Disappointed. Actually, no, I’m not. You know what Ella? I’m angry. Angry for the fact that, that bitch has been spewing complete and utter bullshit about me, yet the very opportunity that she could cheat, she takes it. Shows how much she wants to fight for Steve, huh?

Ella DeMarco: Well, during my last interview with her, she did say that you may have a problem with her because you are jealous of her and Steve being together. Is there any truth to these claims?

Aesha starts laughing, almost mockingly, finding what Ella said very comical. Before speaking again, she calms herself down.

Aesha: Ah, yes. I did see her ‘you’re jealous of me’ speech. First of all, I’m in a relationship with Dash Blade, not Steve Storme. You can even check my facebook page for confirmation. Dash fucking Blade, not Steve Storme. As for me developing feelings for her oh-so-amazing of a boyfriend Steve Storme, news flash bitch: I could have had him if I wanted to, but I did not, nor do I want to be with him right now either. I’m a friend of Steve’s, or at least I used to be. I’m happy and have no problems with my relationship, so tell that mentally disabled moronic figure to shut the fuck up about me, because she knows absolutely nothing about my life.

Ella DeMarco: She has also mentioned about you being afraid of..

Knowing what Ella is about to say, Aesha cuts her off.

Aesha: And that, too. That claim is so illogical that my brain might actually explode. Her reasoning for me signing her into the Olympian division is because I’m afraid of something? Does she mean that I’m afraid of her and Steve getting close? Bullshit. How can Kayla being signed to another division stop her from that? The only time that they would be apart from each other is when either of them is competing in a match: if she was in Bloodsport, they would have to spend those couple of minutes apart anyway, so what’s there to lose? On the other hand, if she did mean if I was afraid of her, then no. That is more of a bullshit case than the first, because if I was afraid of her, then surely I would have distanced myself and kept her away from me. But instead, I signed her into the division that I was in. Bitch, say what?

Ella DeMarco: Moving on to your match this week, you will be teaming up with Adam Fox and Horatio Gates; what are your thoughts on this?

Aesha: Well, first of all, I don’t actually mind Adam Fox. I’ve seen all his matches ever since he started with the company, and he’s not doing a bad job. His first match against Kayla was very impressive; he kicked that deranged bitch’s ass well, and what can I say? I’m proud of him for that. I wasn’t particularly impressed with his match last week though – yes, he showed signs of greatness at the first part of the match, but as a performer, he shouldn’t have let Jackie Williams distract him. Some would say he couldn’t have stopped it whatever he did. I disagree. After the imprudent bastard’s first punch, Fox should have retaliated and got over his shock, if he was even shocked in the first place. Don’t get me wrong, I have some respect for the guy, but if he pulls something like that during our match, there will be problems, and I won’t hesitate going after him.

Ella DeMarco: And Horatio Gates?

Aesha laughs, as if Ella just made a joke.

Aesha: Do I even need to comment on that joke of a wrestler? Tell me, has he even won any match since ever since he started with the company God knows how long ago?

Ella DeMarco: Ummm..

Aesha: Nevermind, who would actually remember his statistics other than him, right? Anyway, I don’t even consider Horatio Gates as a part of the team. See, when I think about this match, I think about a handicap match : Aesha and Adam Fox versus Kayla, Eric Logan and Jackie Williams. I don’t give a damn if Horatio even shows up at the match or not. When I was still Olympian’s General Manager, I remember this punk causing “chaos” and being a lap dog to Eric Logan. He never did anything but be a bitch to someone who isn’t even great, and I don’t see the point of finding importance in him now, just because I have to team up with him for my match. Just because Logan kicked him out of their nonsensical team that’s supposed to caused anarchy in my division, it doesn’t mean that he should be getting matches with great people like me. Who the fuck booked this match, anyway and who the fuck runs Olympian now? But anyway, Horatio Gates has always been nothing to me, and he will continue to be a nobody in my eyes until he proves himself to be worthy at something, but I’m not holding my breath, because I know that time will never come.

Ella DeMarco: And what are your thoughts on the team you’re facing – Eric Logan, Kayla and Jackie Williams?

Aesha: I’m going to start with Eric Logan – I remember him winning the World Heavyweight Championship and beating my lovely Spike. But as much as I love the kid, it doesn’t take much to beat Spike Blade when he’s drunk or high, or before his match against Logan, both. Spike’s an amazing wrestler, and I don’t even know why he’s over there in Japan wrestling fat people, and why dumb fucks like Eric Logan are wrestling on CAW. Some people say that Eric Logan’s biggest achievement was winning the World Heavyweight Championship, but should he really be proud of that when the only reason that he won was because his opponent was high and drunk? You know, I’m actually glad that I get to face Logan in this match. He and his lap dog Horatio Gates tried to cause damage when I was managing, and even though they saw themselves as threats, I just found them to be nuisances. I remember Gates and Logan parading around the locker rooms like they were a gay couple. They claimed to be the best, that they were going to get whatever they wanted. What the fuck did that get them? Absolutely nothing. You know why, Ella? Because they’re nobodies. If they were in the calibre of great teams like that of OD LP, then as a General Manager, I probably would have taken notice to whatever they wanted, but they were just..Eric Logan and Horatio Gates. A guy who should have been in rehab and a guy who should have been in a mental institution. That says not just a lot, but everything about their team, doesn’t it? Why would anyone in their right mind take two guys with mental disabilities seriously? I was sad when their team broke up. Never were two guys so perfect to form a craptacular team. I applaud them for giving Rocky Ali and Jason Hawk a run for their money. Don’t know who they are? Yeah, point proven.

Ella DeMarco: And what about the newcomer Jackie Kidd Williams?

Aesha: That guy. I’ve seen his promo, you know. He said that not long ago, people would tune in to see Jackie Wiliiams on their television screens. Uh, first of all, who the fuck is this guy again? I have never heard of him in the span of many years that I’ve been involved with wrestling so I don’t even know why this Kid would think of himself as someone so great, pardon the pun. I don’t give a fuck if it’s been a total of one year, three months and eight weeks and counting that he hasn’t been seen on television. As far as I’m concerned, he can go up to not being seen for 30 years and eight months: it’s not a loss to me, or the audience of Combat Arts and Wrestling whether I see him ever again or not. He said that he’s teaming up with the world’s greatest women’s wrestler. Hasn’t he seen the card? I’m on the other team, not on his. If he’s talking about that sorry excuse of a human being Kayla, then this bastard should not be taken seriously at all, or even be looked at in the eye. Oh, and he claims to be - without a doubt, the greatest pure bred professional wrestler the world has ever seen? Bitch, please. Black Dagger has more swag than you.

Ella DeMarco: And lastly, what are your thoughts on facing again the wrestler who cheated her way into winning against you?

Before answering Ella, Aesha unexpectedly smiles sweetly. She laughs though, and her innocent smile turns into a devilish smirk.

Aesha: I could go on and on about Kayla cheating, and yes, it is such an abominable thing to do, but what am I supposed to do about it? What’s done is done, and to be honest, I don’t even actually blame her for cheating and getting a cheap win, as long as she could say that she beat me. We all must understand Kayla. My dearest audience, we all should know that she has feelings too. Here is Kayla, a woman who have been excessively stalking Steve Storme, for months without end. And here am I, the woman who has spent years with Steve Storme, something that Kayla would have killed for. Oh, did I mention that Storme fell in love with me too? Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The biggest asshole of all time has a heart. Shocking, right? I was dumbfounded too, but I can’t do anything about that now. All I’m saying is, we all should take Kayla’s feelings into consideration. Of course she’s insecure. Every girl who looks at me, would be, but in Kayla’s case, I’m the woman who Steve Storme loved, why wouldn’t she feel bad about herself? Everyone knows that Storme’s only with her because she’s a psycho. That’s how Storme works, ladies and gentlemen. He will never let anyone who cares about him help, but he would be with someone who will end up being his downfall, because he knows that whatever happens, Kayla would be too fucked up in the head to not forgive him. Why do you think the bitch condones Storme hitting Scarlett? She’s an obsessive, insecure bitch, and I will not let her cheat her way into winning a match against me, ever again.

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I could film myself in the darkness. Then I could start talking, to make the scene really eerie. I could talk about nonsense, moan and complain about the world being unfair, that a lot of things are left unjustified. After talking about the reality of life that everyone knows about already, I could stay quiet. I could stay quiet to add to the eeriness, so that the people watching the video will be interested to see what happens next. I could stay quiet, and then light up a candle. The candle could illuminate my face. The light could show my face, with a single tear rolling down my cheek. I could look like an idiot, and then I could talk suddenly. I could talk about how people don’t see what I see. I could talk about trying to change what people think, because I have nothing else to do with my own miserable life. I could start crying more, too, so that I don’t look like an idiot with one tear. I could talk about a candle in the metaphorical sense and make an ignorant comparison to the union of lives. Then I could start burning my face to show someone that I love him.

Or I could just go to a psychologist to get my psycho bitch attitude cured.

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The scene opens up to a well-decorated locker room, where Aesha is sitting next to her personal assistant, Vanessa Trainer on a sofa facing a TV screen. The two women are watching a CAW house show, and a try-out match between Julia Chiles and Tracey Johnson is being shown. Aesha’s face fills with disgust as she watches the two women compete against each other for a chance to get signed by the wrestling company that she has invested in.

Vanessa: Tell me, what exactly are we doing here again?

Aesha: Shhhh. I’m trying to watch.

The match is unimpressive; not just to Aesha, but the CAW crew members were also speaking of how neither of these women will have a shot to make it to the main roster, and will likely be told that their services are no longer required as soon as their match is finished.

Vanessa: Why are you even watching though? This is worse than backyard wrestling.

The match ends as Tracey hits a sloppy DDT to pin Julia. Tracey celebrates whilst generic music is played as she walks towards the ramp. The audience, disinterested with the match, is nearly as silent as they were while the two women were still wrestling.

Aesha: I’ll be right back.

Halfway through Julia walking up the ramp, Lose My Breath by Destiny's Child plays, much to the surprise of the audience. The arena suddenly lights up as the audience begins to cheer when they see Aesha step out with a smirk on her face. Tracey begins to walk up to her and Aesha hits her with a Bitch Kick that nearly knocks off her head, before saying..

Aesha: Now you can call your CAW experience memorable.

Aesha continues walking down the ramp and then slides into the ring as the fans continue to cheer for her. She then helps the fallen Julia to her feet, and as Julia stands up, she shakes the hand of Aesha, which is received by Aesha with a smile. She then lets go of the rookie’s hand, and starts to walk away, but much to the audience’s pleasure, Aesha turns back around and nails an even more devastating Bitch Kick on Julia. As Julia lies motionless on the floor, Aesha runs towards the rope and hits her with an A-ssault. With a menacing smirk, Aesha gets up to her feet, watching Julia hold her stomach in pain, before executing the Blade Lock into her. Aesha continues to apply more and more pressure the louder Julia’s scream gets, and the harder she taps.

Julia: Let me go!

With an evil laugh, Aesha applies more pressure until the rookie is out of consciousness. She then stands up, before throwing Julia's feet to the ground brutally. Whilst the rookie lays on the ring motionless, Aesha pushes her over to the ropes with numerous kicks, and then pushes her out with one hard kick. Aesha then demands a microphone from the ring announcer, who hands it to her quickly. Aesha stands in the middle of the ring and looks toward the crowd who is chanting her name.

Aesha: Adam Fox, Horatio Gates, Kayla, Eric Logan and Jackie Kidd Williams.. this is dedicated to each and every single one of you.

The arena is suddenly ablaze with cheers for the former Olympian General Manager, before the scene ends.

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Some say that peace only comes in time, that the only way to get over something is to wait. They say that time heals everything, especially pain. I say bullshit. Time heals nothing, absolutely nothing at all. Everyone sees me as a spoiled, rich kid, who never has to work a day in her life to live. It’s true that I have my father to provide me with everything I need in the world and more, but to say that that’s all I am is ignorant. Unbeknownst to people, I am a lot more than that.

I've been through a lot. I went through a lot when I was a kid. I haven't always been the rich, spoiled brat that people know I am today. Life was hard for me, and I never let whatever I went through define me, but it doesn't mean that I'm over it. It's been eighteen years; I am now twenty three years old. If time heals everything, then why do I still feel the pain after all these years? Time doesn't heal anything. Time simply reminds me of everything that happened, and time just makes the pain worse.

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The scene opens in Aesha and Dash Blade's apartment in Manhattan, New York. The couple are sitting on the sofa, watching 'A Thousand Ways To Die'. Dash has his arms around Aesha whilst her head rests on his shoulder.

Dash Blade: Damn, these people are crazy.

Aesha: I have a lot of people in mind who I wish would do these things to themselves.

Upon this comment, Dash looks away from the television, and faces Aesha; their faces are merely inches from each other.

Dash Blade: Are you okay, baby?

Puzzled, Aesha gets her head off his shoulder to face Dash properly.

Aesha: Yeah, why?

Dash Blade: I don't know, you've just been pretty angry lately.

Aesha: I'm fine, Dash.

Dash Blade: Alright, just because you're wrestling again, I don't want things getting into your head.

Dash leans over to Aesha and the two kiss, before being interrupted by Aesha's phone ringing. Dash groans as she reaches over the coffee table to get her phone.

Aesha: What's up?

...: A, I'm in trouble.

Aesha: Wait, what? What happened? Are you okay?

Upon hearing this, Dash sits up, and asks Aesha what's wrong, but she doesn't answer.

...: Well, I was shopping at Bendel's, and this guy came up to me and started threatening me, saying that people will know about me sooner or later. I asked him who he was, and he said that he's Jason, and that you know him very well. He said he's been following us for months and that he will tell him about me. He'll find out soon about me, A. I think I should talk to him before he finds out from someone else.

Aesha: I.. don't talk to him yet. I'll.. I'll figure something out. Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Where are you right now?

...: I'm fine. I told him I'll call the security if he doesn't leave, but he left straight away. Who is he? Do you know him?

Aesha: Get yourself over here as soon as you can. Take care of yourself.

Aesha ends the call, but doesn't look up.

Dash Blade: What's the matter?

Aesha: Dash, he's back.. Jason's back.

And with that said, Dash instantly has his arm around Aesha, shushing his girlfriend, who has now started breaking down in tears.

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Time doesn't heal everything. Time doesn't heal the pain. Time heals nothing.

I will make everyone feel my pain, because time heals nothing.

Thank you to all who RPed.

Fuck you to all who didn't RP and didn't let me know in advance.

Locked.