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Post by .::Beauty::. on Sept 15, 2010 5:05:30 GMT -5
[TGW Championship No Disqualification Match] Aaron Rupp© Vs. Natalie Burrows
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Monday September 20th 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Tuesday September 21st at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: "The fans have been waiting for this rematch ever since No Limits. Burrows was fired last week but somehow was able to get a new, untouchable contract. The fans voted and decided this was the main event they wanted to see. Rupp will defend against Burrows, a match even he had wanted to give her."
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Post by kris on Sept 20, 2010 20:21:20 GMT -5
Fall has come to Placid Valley… and with it, the rush to harvest. Natalie's small garden has seemingly exploded with vegetables, tomatoes and bell peppers and cucumbers and green beans and peas all coming into their own seemingly all at once. If it wasn't for how she is an accomplished canner, it would seem to be far too much for the Southern Belle to eat on her own… but with the tricks and tools that she's picked up over the years, she's pretty well guaranteed herself a winter's worth of vegetables provided that she is willing to put in the work necessary to get everything prepared. It's decidedly a good thing that she has never been afraid of hard work, if the bushels of vegetables that are waiting for her are any indicator. Having decided to start on the green beans, Natalie's blond curls have been pulled back into a ponytail as she snaps the legumes into thirds over a sink-full of cold water. She's still wearing the clothes she had worn to harvest them, her white t-shirt sticking to her shoulders a little from sweat while her denim cut-offs have been brushed clean enough to keep from trailing any stray soil into the house. Humming softly to herself - Frank Sinantra's 'C', for those that are fans of Ol' Blue Eyes - her mind is pretty well spotless thanks to keeping her hands busy. She's got a real groove going, if the way she's quickly moving through her task at hand is any indicator. Heck, she just might be able to get each and every green bean ready for canning in time for her to go out and enjoy the weather while she was still able to--
Three knocks, forceful and precisely timed a second apart, ring out from the front door.
There's no denying the bit of dread that Natalie feels as she wipes her hands off on her shorts, memories of how she and her mother had been hit with some tragically bad news slowly making their way to the surface… but how could she be so sure? For all she knows, it could just be a lost traveler, or maybe a friend of Gabe's coming to try and plead his case. Heck, who knows? Maybe it's Jamie Romino, a young man that she had found herself missing more and more as of late. Regardless of who it was, she wasn't going to find out if she was right or not if she didn't move her rear end and get the door - and if she didn't want them to leave, then she needed to speak up and let them know that they had been heard.
Just a moment, please!
Heading quickly out of the kitchen and through the foyer, the Southern Belle peeks through the peephole… and an eyebrow raises when she sees who it is. While his name escaped her at the moment, she had seen the young man accompanying one Adrian Tanner both in Hardkore World and in TGW. But what in the world could he want? Undoing the lock, she opens the door to reveal one Brandon Young, his hands clasped together behind his back - or so she thinks, anyway.
Can I help you..?
Possibly, but I know I can help you!
Natalie blinks a bit as her head cants slightly to the side, confusion evident in her eyes.
I'm sorry, Mister--
Call me Brandon.
Ah yes, that was his name… and since he was kind enough to remind her of it, she lets his interruption slide.
…Brandon, but I am admittedly confused as to what you can help me with.
Well, a little birdie told me you were facing… Ruppy for the TGW championship.
The way that he says her opponent's most common nickname as if it was the most offensive word in the English language brings a rather unflattering comparison to mind… one that was more than enough motivation for the Southern Belle to question him.
Is this the same birdie who told you Adrian was facing a 90's rock band in a wrestling match?
Now wait a minute, you-- er, thats not important! What is important is that I'm a Professor of Wrestling Psychology… and I hate Ruppy. So if you stick with me, kiddo, we could do fantastic things together! Like kill Rupp - 'beat' him for that TGW title.
…yep, Brandon was pushing all of the wrong buttons, and he was even going so far as to do so in alphabetical order. Natalie shakes her head, her tone cooling considerably when she responds.
For starters, sir, I already have a manager - Carlos Diaz, a man that I am certain you have heard of despite the fact that he has yet to be involved in my TGW career. For another, I am not out to 'kill' Mister Rupp, nor do I share your ha--
Now listen here, Diaz is a wannabe Brandon Young" Does he have a P.H.D in Wrestling Psychology? I didn't think so!
Natalie finds herself wondering if this particular degree exists, but she doesn't get the chance to say as such since Brandon keeps right on going.
You need me! Who do you think is the brains behind Nextwave, really? Adrian? That guy thinks his opponent is a comic book villain!
A massive black dog that is roughly the size of a small pony comes around the side of the house. Natalie notices Samson - how could she not? She feeds him every day, after all! - but Brandon doesn't. Par for the course, she supposes.
Be that as it may, Brandon, I must respectfully--
Look, I'll show you!
Before the Southern Belle can protest, Brandon brings out a bucket from behind his back and upended it over her head, drenching her from head to toe. The indignity of the situation alone is almost enough to get Natalie to lose her religion all over the arrogant young man, but what makes matters worse… is that her white t-shirt has gone entirely transparent, sticking to her every curve while allowing it to be known that her bra today is a delicate robin's egg blue in color. She just stares at Brandon while he lets out a low whistle, openly staring at her.
So uh, Natalie... was your daddy a farmer?
No--
Because I'm lovin those melons!
Brandon's mouth is obviously moving faster than his brain - otherwise known as 'just about every time he speaks' - and his comment is enough to make her eyes narrow in an honest-to-goodness glare. Her patience is a vast, expansive thing… but even it has an end, and Brandon has reached it. Raising her fingers to her lips, Natalie lets loose with a piercing whistle before she uses a command on her Newfoundland dog that she never thought she would use until about five seconds ago.
Samson! Sic him, boy!
The booming bark of her dog is enough to make Brandon's eyes go wide, the young man turning to watch the massive canine barreling toward him with a snarl.
…save me, Raptor Jesus!
The reptilian son of God does nothing to intervene as Samson bowls him over, knocking him right off the porch. Watching the goings-on, Natalie sighs and shakes her head before heading back inside. She knew that her dog wouldn't hurt him too badly - Samson was a gentle giant if there ever was one - but she wasn't about to tell Brandon that. Everything fades to black as Brandon continues begging for mercy from a slobbery death, Samson's barks becoming more playful in nature.
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Post by ruppy on Sept 20, 2010 21:55:03 GMT -5
Aaron Rupp was in his home gym right now, launching some kicks at a heavy bag as "Welcome To The Family" by Avenged Sevenfold blared out through the room's speakers. Ever since he'd heard the announcement that the fans wanted to see him and Natalie Burrows clash again for the TGW Title, Aaron had been training relentlessly, knowing full well how much Natalie would want to avenge the only loss on her TGW record by giving him his first defeat and taking the title from him. Rupp wouldn't be upset if Natalie defeated him, though, because he knew her well enough to know she'd be just as much a respectful champion as he had been so far. Still, that didn't mean he was going to make winning an easy task for her. Just like the last time... if she wanted the TGW Title, she'd have to bring forth her best effort and see if it was greater than his on that night.
I just wish they would've made it a straight-up singles match instead of tacking on the no disqualification stipulation.
Normally, Aaron had no problem with a ‘No DQ’ stipulation being tacked on to a match he was involved in. But against Natalie, he didn't feel that a match without disqualifications was right. She was the kind of person who would never touch a weapon and would rather rely on her own talents to secure a victory. Aaron had proven in his career that he could thrive in a brutal hardcore environment, but Natalie wasn't deserving of being a victim of that... not from him. He had far too much respect for Burrows to want to hurt her any more than what would be necessary to get the three count, which he could accomplish without the need for weapons of any kind. Had his opponent been someone else, then Aaron would possibly show how extreme he could be. But that wasn't the case, and Aaron wasn't about to taint the high level of respect he held for Natalie to do something he'd regret just so he could keep the TGW Title around his waist.
No title is worth turning my back on my mission.
That thought ran through Aaron's head as he delivered a Rupp Dat! with impact to the bag, working on his form since he knew one miss would likely cost him the match, just as missing the Closure had led to Natalie's defeat in their last encounter. Sure, he enjoyed being TGW Champion, especially since it was the first top title he'd held at all in his five year career. But if he had a choice between that belt and everything he stood for, he'd be more than willing to hand over the belt. To him nowadays, championship gold was nothing more than an accomplishment that showed how far he's come in his wrestling career since his very first match. But that's all it was... an accomplishment. Aaron had far greater goals he strived for that would not only benefit himself, but all of the wrestling business.
And yet... there are those that think a single accomplishment makes you the end all, be all of wrestling.
Aaron landed another Rupp Dat! to the bag before moving straight into a combination of punches and elbows, staying light on his feet as he pushed himself. This is why whenever Aaron entered the ring, he was always better than he was the last time he was between those ropes. He was constantly pushing himself to be the best he could possibly be, and not only being TGW Champion but trying to achieve the kind of goals he was going after required him to constantly be improving if he was going to succeed. But Aaron wouldn't have it any other way. And facing someone like Natalie, Aaron wanted to be sure he gave her a greater challenge than their Hell in a Cell Match back at No Limits because he knew Natalie would be stepping her game up as well to try and dethrone him.
I respect Natalie a lot, but she knows she's going to have to be beyond her best if she's going to prove that now is her time.
Aaron landed one last series of kicks that lead straight into a third Rupp Dat! before he stopped and took some deep breaths, his body soaked with sweat. He took a moment to stretch out as the song came to an end. He cracked his knuckles and then his neck as he looked at the TGW Championship from where it was currently resting, which was on a rack by the long row of large mirrors that were on the nearby wall. Having to look up at where that title was currently at reminded him of how much he had to climb to reach the position he was in now, and how proud he felt when he reached the top and could hold that title for the first time. But no matter how proud he was, that belt was just another accomplishment on his record.
I know how to achieve my real goal as far as TGW is concerned... and once again Natalie's going to help me in achieving it.
That thought made Aaron smile as he went to continue his workout, knowing full well that regardless of who won between the two of them, TGW would still have an honorable TGW Champion who knew where the true power in TGW rested... with those fans who allowed them to meet again when Alli Taylor refused to allow it.
Alli may have a problem with it, but she'll have to accept that she doesn't deserve respect from Natalie or myself.
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Post by kris on Sept 21, 2010 22:04:41 GMT -5
It seems that Miss Taylor's word is just as good as ever, these days...
And how good is that? Not at all. If it was, then the Southern Belle that stands in front of the camera wouldn't be getting the rematch she deserves, now would she? The slightest of amused smiles tugs at Natalie's lips as she remembers the expression on the majority owner's face when the very woman she had tried to unfairly exile from not only the TGW Championship picture, but TGW as a whole had come out and done something that Alli was incapable of doing; being fair and just. The fan favorite isn't really concerned about the backlash at the moment - why would she be? Not only are Miss Taylor's days numbers, but she had more important things to worry about... like making darn sure that Aaron Rupp didn't leave Animosity as champion. Considering how very close she came to winning their last encounter, she is as dangerous a threat as ever - if not moreso, considering the massive wave of momentum that she has gathered together, Gabe Shelley in her life or no. Dressed smartly in a high-collared, short-sleeved dress blouse that is a pristine white in color and a pair of charcoal-colored dress slacks, blond curls have been dried and styled enough to be presentable after her encounter with Brandon Young as she stands in the middle of her foyer. The young woman that is about as much of a self-righteous hussy as she is a brunette sighs softly in a 'What can you do?' manner before she continues.
There is a reason that I have not allowed her antics to get to me - at the end of the day, she is nothing to be concerned about. Has she been more than a simple inconvenience at times? Absolutely…I mean, she did see fit to illegally terminate my employment with TGW as a final desperate measure to hold me back from a title opportunity that I have worked my rear end off to earn. I have full faith that the powers that be will ensure that she will get hers in the end. As cheesy as it sounds, her sins will catch up with her - and it will be sooner rather than later. In a way, me being here is punishment for her. I cannot help but think that she will be sulking and throwing a fit and the whole nine yards for a long time to come, acting like her world has ended… and over what? Not being able to unfairly fire an honest, hard-working young woman that decided to earn her keep instead of accepting a handout - and that's not even taking into account the horror she must feel at having to follow through on her word and give the fans what they want just because she doesn't like what they have to say! Mm, and then she wonders why no one that isn't on her personal payroll thinks her incompetent and childish...
Natalie sighs and shakes her head before turning her attention to someone far more worthy than the soon-to-be defunct majority owner. Not that it was hard to find anyone that was worth more than Miss Taylor… as much as she wasn't one to hold grudges, she thought that the other woman was as close to worthless as a human being could get. Such was the opinion that she shared with her opponent this week, the sole person in her career in TGW to overcome her… and he knew just as well as she did that he had only managed it by the skin of his teeth. Only now does she nod in greeting as she begins to address a competitor that had ensured her respect for him.
There is no room for her immaturity in this business - and there sure as Heck isn't room for it in my match at Animosity. Thanks to the fans, I am getting the opportunity to even the score between myself and Mister Rupp… and to take home the TGW Championship in the process. Being able to take out those two birds with one stone is a blessing, one that I whole-heartedly thank the fans for - but it is not them that I will be climbing into the ring with come Animosity. No, I will be going one-on-one against you, Mister Rupp. Frankly, the stipulations do not matter a single lick to me. No-disqualification, H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks in a Cell, falls count anywhere… I think I've proven that I can endure those environments and come out on top without having to pick up a single blessed weapon. Heck, they could have put us in a bra and panties match and I would put on my best underbritches before coming at you with every single ounce of fight in my being. If you think for a single, solitary second that I have not been working just as hard in preparation of the day that our rematch would come, then you don't know me nearly as well as you think you do. Through the unpleasant business with Gabe, through the attempt to remove me from TGW when she couldn't hold me back any longer with Miss Taylor, through the issues with my mother and Lord only knows what all else, I have refused to lose sight of my goal; to take my position at the top of the mountain. All the more those trials and tribulations have done is made me stronger, fight harder… and you had best believe, Mister Rupp, that you're going to feel each and every last little bit of that when we get into the ring together. Not that my opinion of your ability has changed since we faced off last - Heck, you're more of an inspiration to me. I mean, you've overcome the odds to become champion, doing exactly what I've been wanting to do ever since I hit my first stumbling block… and you became one for me in the process.
The depths of her blue eyes alight with that competitive fire, the passion and drive to succeed on her terms and not those of the corrupt or unsavory leaking into her voice… but she doesn't stop it from doing so. No, to get in the way of that would be to get in the way of her greatest strength.
There's no such thing as a fall too small to get back up from... and while I may not have plunged to the depths that you've experienced, I've also not had the chance to experience the dizzying highs, either. Maybe I will manage to get where you are - multiple championship reigns, a family, a legacy in this business - without hitting rock bottom, maybe not... it doesn't really matter to me. If I do end up taking that longer, rougher path to the top, all the more it means is that it will be even sweeter when I get there. As it is, I think that I'm getting plenty tough enough going along the road that I'm on - and I also think that I've got what I need to blast right on through that brick wall that's been frustrating me, taunting me and driving me ever since No Limits. If it turns out that I smack into it without breaking it to pieces, then I'll just dust myself off and go for it again, but that's not the outcome I've got in mind at Animosity. Despite what Miss Taylor tries to make herself think, I can get that win over you - and I will. You see, I've got those doubts of mine on the ropes. All it'll take to put'em down for the count is one more hit... and even if I don't have much to brag about in the eyes of some, I know full well that I can kick them square in the middle of the chest. Once I'm past those, then everything else will fall into place - I know it.
The Southern Belle nods to affirm that point before she continues, her confidence and bravery adding weight to her words that makes them ring true - and she was more than willing to ensure that they were, once the dust had cleared and settled.
Now I know that it's not going to be easy to get the win over you, Mister Rupp, and it's not going to get any easier... but I also know that I can do it, and you'd best believe that I will find a way to do it that doesn't involve giving up everything I've fought so very hard to keep. Even if I've got myself a nice house now thanks to my hard work, I haven't forgotten where I come from and what all I've gone through to even have the chance to start my career here. Having to stretch my pennies to support myself may have been replaced by me pushing the limits of my body to move forward inch by inch, but that struggle is still very much there - and it always will be. To ignore my roots is to stunt my growth, but I'm not going to lose myself in the past. Instead, I'm going to keep fighting much as I have been, keep scratching and clawing to the top... knowing that I've got the people I care about at my back each and every step of the way. If I've proven anything in my time here, it's that I don't have an ounce of quit in me - and while I respect the Heck out of you, you're nowhere near scary enough for me to suddenly get some.
A bit of a sheepish grin tugs at her lips, but it doesn't linger; this is a serious matter that she is addressing, and she is going to treat it with the gravity that it deserves.
There isn't a man or a woman alive that would be able to silence me, to convince me that I shouldn't do what I love… or that I should be content at second place. I refuse to be held down or held back, I refuse to falter, I refuse to give up. So long as my heart still beats, I will continue to drive myself to work harder, to be the first to arrive at the gym and the last to leave… and I will do it all with a smile because I know that it will pay off someday. That day… is September 21st. I know that you are going to be out for blood to protect what you have earned, Mister Rupp, but I will go harder. As I said to Mister Fireson; never question the drive and passion of someone that has yet to reach their goals in this business. And when we get in the ring?
A pause; the Southern Belle levels her gaze with the camera so as to make it seem like she is looking her opponent square in the eyes instead of backing down at the challenge he is presenting to her.
Come Heck or high water, I will become champion.
There's only the slightest of nods as everything fades to black, the Southern Belle remaining rooted to the spot. She may have lost a match, but she has not been defeated… and woe be to those that thought otherwise.
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Post by ruppy on Sept 21, 2010 22:24:53 GMT -5
Aaron Rupp Journal Entry Monday, September 20, 2010
Well, the fans of True Glory Wrestling have spoken. They've cast their votes for the matches they want to see for the next Animosity, and the match they want as their main event is the rematch between Natalie Burrows and myself for the TGW Championship. To those fans who voted, I only have one thing to say:
Thank you.
Thank you very much for letting your voices be heard and not letting Alli Taylor deny this match any longer. I knew this match would be one you'd enjoy seeing again after the show Natalie and I gave you guys back at No Limits, but Alli refused to see how much this match would benefit TGW as a whole because she's too busy trying to run this company like it's a dictatorship and her word is unquestionable.
I know I'll sometimes criticize Alli for some of the things she's doing and decisions she's made, but I'm not going to get involved in this war against her that seems to be brewing by some of the other members of the roster, Natalie included. I came here to compete, not to be drug into something like this yet again. But Alli's slowly starting to push my buttons, and she' needs to be careful. It would be smart on her part for me to continue staying out of this little war, because having me as an enemy is going to ensure her downfall. Those that are familiar with me will know that when I'm given a goal, I don't stop until I've achieved it. And if my goal becomes joining the cause of usurping Alli, then it's going to happen.
Don't get me wrong, Alli's not exactly safe from me yet. I'd rather deal with her another time, and right now I'll let others solve their problems with her.
It was great seeing Natalie be resigned by whoever she's friends with, because she's someone I can truly respect, something that I can't exactly say I have for the rest of the roster. There are those who are slowly earning it, and some that will never earn it. Natalie's alreday got it, and that's what is going to make our rematch that much better.
Aaron Rupp vs. Natalie Burrows II
It's time to remind everyone why Natalie and I are fighting in the first place... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The scene opens to find Aaron Rupp standing in the training/weight room of his home, staring deeply into his own eyes through his reflection in a giant series of mirrors along one of the walls. He’s only wearing a pair of black athletic shorts and his usual pair of faded and well-worn white Adidas tennis shoes with navy blue trim. The TGW Title is resting on his shoulder currently. He takes a deep breath before speaking, though choosing not to turn around to face the camera yet.“It’s a little sad to see what TGW is slowly becoming. As much as I try to be the shining beacon of light, nobody else seems to want to follow me. You have a madman who is undergoing an identity crisis holding a title but showing no respect for it at all. You have new guys walking into this company and claiming they’re better than me and automatically deserve a shot at me and this title before they’ve even had one match here yet. And then you have the reason behind all of this… Alli Taylor and her lack of respect for anybody but herself. She thinks that just because she’s the boss for the moment that everybody is supposed to just shut up and follow her orders. Sadly, this is a world where people are free to say and do whatever they want, and Alli needs to realize that just because she’s in charge doesn’t mean she has control over every little thing in TGW. I said a few weeks ago that I’d be more than happy to give Natalie Burrows a rematch for the TGW Title because I knew she’d already earned it, but Alli refused to allow it to happen. Even when the fans voted to have Rupp/Burrows II take place, Alli tried to have the match changed because she refused to let it happen because of her problems with Miss Burrows.
Sorry to say this Alli, but you can never silence those fans. Without them, there is no TGW. And if they want Natalie and me to face off once again, they deserve to get what they ask for.”Aaron turns around to face the camera now with a smile on his face. “Natalie, I’m glad that the fans voted for this match to take place. Despite what Alli Taylor says, I know that you’re a very talented woman who has proven countless people who have doubted you wrong. You gave me a war inside the Hell in a Cell without either of us needing to resort to extreme violence that is usually seen in that particular match. You and I put on what had to be the best match in TGW history. And now, we have the chance to do it all over again. And thanks to your friends in high places, Alli hopefully knows better than to try and ruin this match in any fashion despite the fact that there are no disqualifications. Personally, I’m shooting for the two of us to find a way to make this rematch so great it tops our first encounter back at No Limits, and I’m sure you share my feelings about trying to do that. After all, you and I seem to be the lone competitors in TGW that know what true respectful competition is about, and for that to be showcased for this company’s biggest prize is truly something to be happy about.
I’m going to be honest… initially, the idea of the two of us competing in a match with no disqualifications concerned me, considering that I know you’re too nice of a person to willingly use weapons on someone or do more harm than what is necessary to keep your opponent down for the count of three, and I have far too much respect for you to let myself get into the hardcore mindset and do anything to cause you any serious harm. This might as well have been a typical singles match, but maybe the fans want to see if either of us can be creative and be hardcore without needing to actually smack each other with whatever we can get our hands on. I can’t exactly say I know what’s on the minds of the fans, but I know what they want out of this company, and right now we’re the only two that can give it to them.”Aaron slowly takes a deep breath.“Come Animosity, I want you to do me a favor Natalie. When that bell rings and our match begins, I want you to forget about Alli Taylor. I want you to forget about all this stuff going on over who should be running TGW and who can do it in a proper and efficient manner. None of them exist this Animosity. When that bell rings, only four things exist: you, me, those fans, and this title belt sitting on my shoulder right now. I say that because I just want to be absolutely sure you’ll be focused on this match and trying to become TGW Champion for the right reasons. I know there’s a possibility that you may want this title just to show Alli that you’re her top champion and she has to deal with that, but I know you’re better than that Natalie. I want to be absolutely sure that this match and myself are at the front of your mind, because that will ensure that you give me your absolute best. After all, I’m the one you’re facing here and not Alli Taylor, though I know how much you’d love for that to happen.”The smile slowly returns to Aaron’s face.“Natalie, I can’t wait for our rematch. I hope you’ve been improving despite not competing last week because of Alli, because I’ve been training hard for this battle. I’ll be honest… if there’s any person on the roster I would have no regrets at all of losing the TGW Title to and subsequently being defeated for the first time in this company, it would be you. But that’s something I’m not going to just allow to happen. Good luck Natalie, and give me your best shot.”Fade to black.
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